I woke up at three at night. Checked my door. It was locked.
I re arranged the pillows on my bed. Drank a glass of water.
I thought of listening to the radio, my good old trustworthy companion but I knew I would regret it in the morning when I have to go to work.
I smiled to myself. Is this old age? I am older.
I look at the note I have written in big letters, on the wall, starring at me.
"You are beautiful"
"Thank you" I say out loud, to myself.
I think of all the women across the world, in different states of misery.
I am okay.
Tomorrow is another day.