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This simple poem will really make you wonder at the lopsided division of chores in most homes even today!
It is Sunday tomorrow
he plans to sleep till late in the morning
there is just one day for rest
‘don’t disturb’; the children are already given the warning
She too is feeling a little relaxed
as there will be no office hurry
cupboards are stacked with dirty clothes
so, she plans to do the laundry
He takes pleasure
in having bed tea with newspaper
news, articles, and feature
replete with all information and knowledge treasure
She will clean the house
and remove all the clutter
it is her resolve on holidays
to make the house tidy and better
He is planning to have a sunbath this Sunday
the sun is shining pleasantly bright
eating groundnuts soaking in the sun
what a delight! what a delight!
The sun goes down the horizon
by the time she is free
She forgets her body’s need of Vitamin D
in her cleaning and washing spree
He is planning to watch the new film
brought last night
made by his favorite director on his favorite subject
Indian society and women’s plight
It is a holiday so
children have refused to eat chapatti and curry
she is already in the kitchen
cooking veg manchurian with gravy
Her hands are busy chopping onions
When the little baby does poo
he screams seated on the sofa
oh dear! please see, where are you?
She cleans the shit and makes fried rice
everybody licks their fingers
saying the whole meal is perfect
tasty, wonderful, very nice
She thinks of asking him to make her a cup of tea
much needed in winters to work and survive
but he is dressed up
all set to go on a long drive
He comes late in the night
full of excitement
shows her the photos clicked
and slips in the blanket
After a long hectic day
she plans to read something at night
but he is extremely tired and wants to sleep
so she silently switches off the light
First published at author’s blog.
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
When she was sixteen, the catastrophic clutches of destiny snatched away her parents. They passed away in a road accident and Neena was devastated. Relatives thronged her now gloomy house and soon it was decided that she should be married off.
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