An anonymous lady somewhere in India has accounted for her daily life and desires wishing to connect to every woman around the globe.
Like every normal housewife, I also schedule my day in accordance with my family’s priority. For me, it is always ‘He’ who shall avail the bathroom first because he is in demand in his office to deliver his duties after all that yields the bread in my family; my small daughter (in Class 7) comes first while preparing food as her hunger grabs all her energy converting it into devilish scream notching the steel plate – somewhere in the television she must have seen and learned. He leaves for the office and my little princesses for her school. The house wears a silent veil and I, as usual, prepare my breakfast reluctantly. Eating alone is the worst thing for me since childhood which has become the way of my life now. In today’s menu, it was a grilled sandwich for my baby with lots of cheese and ‘Dalia’ for my husband and soya rice with ‘alu’r dum’ for their tiffin.
Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting…the clock shrieked at me ordering me to go for the household chores. 10 am is the fixed time for my domestic help hence with no other alternative left I have to forego my breakfast which consisted of muesli and milk. Sometimes, it is hard for me to realize whether I was a domestic help to her or she has been my domestic help. However, I respect her as she, like me, is a housewife and a working lady so generously I helped in her chores. Soon after a couple of hours, my tummy has been peeping in my brain to make out if ever I would feed it. Somehow I gobble up the breakfast that turned cold and tasteless as the muesli soaked all the milk leaving it dry. I prepared lunch keeping in mind the likings of my husband and family.
After the day’s work, the body gently requests for some rest and why not it really deserves some reward. Waiting for my husband and looking at my princess I wandered back to my childhood days when worries were at bay, days were spent in gay, things were as simple as a glass of water and as beautiful as the rainbow when studies meant cumbersome job and eating was a delight with Mom’s magical delicacies. Everything has changed – ignorant if for good or bad – but definitely, this ‘change’ has changed me a lot. I cook only what others like, I live only for others, I starve so that others get food, I unconditionally work (without job appraisal and remuneration) and love my family but all I needed is just some space of my own when I could write my heart on a paper and sometime when I could re-gather the golden moments and re-live them as well. But I am a girl and this is what I have to adjust to make both my family (my Mom & Dad and my Husband & Daughter) happy and proud of me. I am not in a competition to be ‘Ladki No. 1’ but Yes, even I am fond of breaking rules, expecting cuddling behavior and some warm concern to my likings and disliking but when I voice it out I am a matter of ‘disgust’.
