"Sailesh, you decide today,I can't stay in this mess anymore." Komal said almost screaming to her husband. Kammo, speak slowly someone will listen.
Let it listen I have never been in such a crowd. If you start making chapatis, then go on making chapatis for 2 hours, if you wash clothes, then it should be afternoon in washing clothes. In my maternal house, there was a small family of four people, all the work used to be done instantly. I had dreamed the same thing. In my family, I am my husband and our children and no one else. Komal said angrily. Come, I will be here. Live wherever you want.
No son, where the daughter-in-law wants to stay, stay the same. Shailesh's mother came in and said while cutting Shailesh voice. The mother-in-law said, kept on preparing the stuff. Komal felt that everyone was doing drama. Both these daughter-in-law will also be happy from inside. Let's say that today it is separating, tomorrow we will also be separated. My dream is coming true. Komal was very happy.
Mother-in-law came and got everything installed in the new house. Komal's feet were not falling on the ground. Everything here belonged to him. No one is going to stop you. When your heart wants to cook food, there is no time restriction, sit with your husband for as long as you want, play with the child, sleep whenever you want, get up whenever you want. Do it all as you wish. Ten and twelve days passed in the joy that this is my home. Then Komal started feeling small problems, but she thinks that there is a new family, slowly she will take care of everything.
Now, as a month passed, the difficulties started increasing, sometimes sugar ends, sometimes lentils, rice, sometimes vegetables have to be brought, sometimes I have to make diapers and today tea, I realized that the kitchen bins and newspapers have become very dirty. After sending her husband to the office, she started cleaning everything, so it was not known when it was twelve o'clock. She was so tired that she did not even dare to make tea for herself. Nor was there much time. Had to cook food too. Shailesh had to come for lunch at one and a half. Thinking this, when I saw the vegetable basket, there were three potatoes, not even one onion. Now, without adding onions, he started choking by adding tomatoes, then Munna got up and started crying. He ran and picked him up but he could not keep quiet.
As soon as he picked it up, prepared his bottle, sat down and started feeding it, he remembered that tomorrow Shailesh has to go out of office to prepare his clothes. Started with passion, which was not even allowed in her in-laws' house. He remembered how much his mother used to go to Kitty. She was lost in her thoughts that the phone rang, Shailesh was saying that I am sending a peon to eat food. I have to prepare for tomorrow's presentation, I will come late in the evening. When I saw the time, it was one o'clock. Just like tiffin packed without salad, curd and chutney. Rats were running in her stomach also due to hunger, she was sitting with her food that Munna did potty and All got soaked in it, leaving her and picked her up. Somehow cleaned it up. Was tired and tired. Taking Munna in the dock, broke the core of the roti, which had cooled down a bit and put it in the mouth after applying the vegetable, what is it, there is no salt in the vegetable. Maybe she forgot to put it in the hubbub of work. will eat. Neither pickle nor chutney nor curd in tiffin. Now the dam of Komal's patience has broken. Her tears were not taking the name of stopping.
Komal called her mother, "Mummy, I was a child, I didn't understand, at least you wouldn't say yes to my yes. Whatever I said that I have to press so many clothes in my in-laws' house, I have to cook so much. Yes, you have always been saying this, yes it is wrong, you have never done so much work.We had found a job, thought that it would be separate but you and I did not see that there is another form of joint family also.
My mother-in-law and sisters-in-law had tied up one month's ration and water. Gradually, it started to end, then daily market work which was never seen in the in-laws' house. Just had to make it. Mother-in-law used to see what is happening. The father-in-law would bring it for a month. Vegetables and fruits Father-in-law used to come to the market early in the morning to sort them out. Now, many times Shailesh is unable to bring vegetables and fruits for a day or two. Many times I get the pottery baisse, she brings twice as expensive that too a rotten street.
The father-in-law would have brought vegetables to the in-laws' house, the mother-in-law would have cut everything that had to be made and kept the rest in the fridge. Then she would take some rest and sometimes she would clean all the compartments of the kitchen while sitting with us, and sometimes she would throw a trumpet on the worn out clothes. After drying all the clothes, we would put them on mother-in-law's bed. Everyone's clothes were folded and stacked separately. The press would separate. Munna would cry, sometimes mother-in-law would call for balloons, sometimes father-in-law's children would swing her crib. Sometimes something would have ended suddenly, then the father-in-law would have gone and brought it from there.
It is not even known that the thing was over. When Shailesh used to order food in the office, mother-in-law would pack it so neatly and send it. Two vegetables that were always made in the in-laws' house, one gravy and one dry, raita, salad, chutney which were made fresh daily. Papad along with something sweet. I had never made a bottle of Munna's milk, as soon as Jethani says, you take it, I bring it.
One thing about my mother-in-law which bothered me more was that my mother-in-law, all three sons and children used to eat food first and all three of us daughters-in-law later, I used to be very angry that I cannot eat food with my husband like you, but mother I am the truth. Let me tell you, since I separated, we have never eaten a whole meal together. Sometime Munna started crying as soon as she put food, sometimes she did potty, which used to see the mother-in-law in the in-laws' house, I did not even know that Munna did potty and otherwise, sometimes the phone rang and sometimes the doorbell which the father-in-law there handled so comfortably. They used to take that they never felt that this too was any work. Shailesh often goes out for office work, has been postponing for months now because how can I be alone.
This month the condition got worse during menstruation. Shailesh started saying that I bring food from mother's place. I did not let me bring it in my air. Brought it from the market. My and Munna's health deteriorated due to this. For three days, sometimes bread and sometimes khichdi, which Shailesh never used to eat there. If someone was sick there, it was far from working, mother, what should I tell, it used to be so much on her bed that it seemed that we were something special. That's when the children would come and say aunty, you are getting bored, so let's play the game. Then I used to think that if I have a house, it should be my husband at my head instead of the crowd. But the mother had now remembered her grandmother by doing Shailesh's work in three days of illness. Where was the time to sit and caress my head? He became irritable due to the workload.
Another mother who used to feel bad that no daughter-in-law had joined any kitty, so I can't either, but mother in the evening when all the three brothers return from work and sit in the courtyard with mother and their babu ji, all the children also uncle tau He clings to his heart, but everyone would first talk to Munna. Then the unconditional laughter that would resonate with the round of sherbet breakfast could not be in any kitty. On holidays, sometimes the whole family would go to their village farm, which was a thousand times better than picnics in city parks where everything was its own, where breaking something did not attract fines like once my flowers in a public park in childhood You had to pay for breaking. Mother, the curtain has been removed from my eyes, I am going back to my house.
When Shailesh came from office, Komal was sitting with all her belongings tied up. Shailesh come to his house, now brother and mother will take tea and breakfast with Babuji. Shailesh had tears of happiness in his eyes and a smile on Munna's lips. Perhaps even an innocent child understood the pleasure of grandmother's lap.
