The next morning, I woke up feeling extremely jet-lagged, as if I had travelled from the other end of the world and landed right here in the suburbs. I had slept earlier than I usually did. I had left at the chime of midnight and arrived at my doorstep barely fifteen minutes later, thanks to the lift by Pablo. I thought of Cinderella, only that I was my own saviour, and my prince was Pablo, the security personnel from the agency. I used to dream of being rescued by a prince charming who would solve all my worldly problems. As I grew older, I realised that there was no such thing as a prince charming although I could say that there was, in a faraway country, a long time ago, one damsel in distress. She waited and waited, but no one came. That was the artifice of fairy tales. They inhibited the female from being the creator of her own destiny. They all had to wait for the dashing male counterpart to make them complete. I had waited no more. I
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