Rosa dropped her freshly baked cookies in waste bag. They were not as crisp as they were supposed to be. And the sugar was a little less. She started preparing another batch. When she was finished and satisfied by the taste, it was already late afternoon. She cleaned up the kitchen till not a single stain remained. Another hour went by. Then she went ahead with her next task of drying the clothes. She found a light stain in two of them and hand washed them till they were perfectly clean. She had already cleaned the center table but passing by she found some dust and sat to clean it again. The clock rang her bells loudly and showed that it was 7 in the evening.
The doorbell rang. She went to open the door. It was her husband. He tried to hug her but she refrained him. Holding him by shoulders, she exclaimed furiously, “Hey, where did you get those stains on your shirt? It is supposed to be perfectly white. Remove and give it to me right now!” His husband sighed and disappointingly did what she asked for. Till she had finished washing the dishes after dinner and cleaning the the kitchen once again it was already midnight. She was tired but now restful feeling a relief that everything was perfect at the end of day. She was excited to tell his husband of how she had performed her day chore to precision. When she entered the bedroom, the lights were ON and her husband had slept with a book open on his chest. She looked at him for long, suppressing her urge to wake him up. Perhaps he had tried hard to stay awake till she come to bed, she thought. He looked tired and sad even in his sleep. And she realized she wasn’t actually happy herself. In-fact there was not even a single happy moment in the day. She hadn’t had time for herself nor for her family. Only anxiety and desperateness to get things done perfectly!