मियाँ गुमसुम और बत्तो रानी

"Coming home to".... A simple phrase that translates to tranquillity and belongingness. But I guess this doesn't hold true for a mom. On my way home I feel a "to do" list storming towards me and not to miss my back moaning in pain. A full day at office sitting on the chair and stressing my  vertebrae ends me into a sore back that calls the day off as a defend my way back home. A share of this weariness surely flies off as my little muchkin comes running to greet me at the door and I bow down to cuddle him up my arms ( aah...says my back).

A day, that should ideally end with that hug actually starts for me. From cooking to cleaning and serving the dinner. From chasing my baby to playing his favorite games to picking thoses scattered toys (aaaah.... My back yelids) From maintaining the house yo planning for the next day... I toil more...and my back cries more...

The fight goes on as I beg my back for a little more... I wish something could ease my pain...I wish I could delete this backache and play carefree with my baby...I wish this pain to heal...my back to smile...
P.S. sounds quite like what we all feel while we go through out routines. Working or housewife... We all know that cry... That ache... That request our back yells... No more...please no more...