In Mumbai's rush, under the sun,
Anaya worked, never done.
In her terrace retreat,
She found peace, missing beat.
Chai in hand, city in sight,
A Sufi saying brought light.
"Today alone is our frame, "
As she embraced, change came.
Her phone rang, a twist so sweet,
Deadline extended, no defeat.
She laughed at her needless fret,
A lesson in life, not to forget.
Worry less, live more,
Surprises wait, life's core.
In the present, joy we borrow,
For today shapes our tomorrow.
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