The school has messed up transport for some reason and the scene at pick-up time has just got worse. There is a sea of humanity at the gate and of vehicles on the road and bylanes nearby. As I stand waiting for Anu to come, I sometimes look around. Because it's been a routine for more than a year now, I see familiar faces of women who arrive well within time, mostly in clusters talking animatedly on I wonder what. Many of them stay back even after the kids arrive to continue their chatting and when I see them like that daily, I feel there is some piece missing in me. You know, that part which should make me want to strike a conversation with any of those innumerable and obviously friendly women, which surely is not the case now. All I do is look at the beautiful sky or look up at the windows of the classrooms to spot some children who are waiting for their turn or think about work, a book or a character. I'm amused at their chatter and laughter but I don't feel like being a part of it.
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