A woman (a married woman, a mother), empty herself, still decides to pour, and yet, everytime she pours, she is expected to do a little bit more... Everyday she wakes up with a new energy, new smile, To let the sunshine and fresh air in the house, she opens all the windows and doors, with the hope that may betoda, someone will acknowledge her importance, appreciate her efforts or may be just adore? But, everytime she decides to pour, she is expected to do, just a little bit more... The moment she thinks of filling her own cup, She remembers that the house till needs tidyin up, The baby needs to be fed, its been too late since she is up... Her cup stares at her from the corner, She smiles and asks it to wait again.. He leave for his office, she still need to rush and rush so that she can get some time to at least check her emails. If.. oh if the baby decides to take nap, after an hour long efforts, rocking, singing, patting... If the baby sleeps, she r...