Brring! Time to greet the day. Ha! The snooze button Is in the way. I look it in the eye And bid it a tearful goodbye.   Morning concoctions, And coffee bubbles away. I must not delay.   The doorbell rings. I hurry with the garbage bin. The breakfast menu I must decide: Paratha or dosa With chutney on the side.   Household chores Are a mighty bore. If not tackled, They’ll pile up. As tall as the door.   The maid’s on time. I thank the Lord Divine. She’s as quick as an arrow Much to my sorrow. Gone, before I could say hello!   Lunch and dinner: Clean and chop, Sizzle and pop, Sauce and gravy, Simmer away in the pot.   The afternoon arrives Singing a sweet lullaby Slowly, but surely, I succumb to a shut-eye.     Evening unfolds: Time to hit the jogging track. Temptation wins: I curl up with a book and snack.   The darkness of night Slowly co...

Today's Times of India carried a piece by journalist Jug Suraiya titled Unpaid COOs and here's a page from one such unpaid Coo's diary...read on.  As a regular homemaker, my day begins pretty early. The 'cheerful' buzz of the alarm awakens me to the sights and sounds of the day. it is 7am and ever so cold these days. I reluctantly drag myself out of bed. My youngest has already left for college at the unearthly hour of 5.45am.Being quite adept in the kitchen, he rustles up breakfast for himself. I have much to be thankful for.   I remind myself to practice my breathing exercises and then trudge to the kitchen. My 'ginger -infused' warm water is all ready for me to glug down. (Thanks to my significant other)While tea happily brews on the stove, my significant other is busy pottering around in the kitchen, preparing his starters as in a smoothie. Now that water and tea both have been drunk, it is time to get down to the business of takin...