We had an arranged marriage, and like
all arranged marriages, life is a lot about adjusting with the stranger who
suddenly becomes your world, his parents, his house, relatives etc. Once I
moved to my in law’s house, my daily life revolved a lot around my mom in law.
She was my mentor, ring master and agony aunt. Being the pampered tail of my
family, I had never taken interest in family chores before marriage and my mom
in law realized it soon…when the first time my mom in law hinted I help her
with laundry; my first reaction was “what about my manicured hands and long
nails?”
But I soon realized there was no
escape from household chores. I could not live with the guilt of enjoying a
sitcom while mom in law did the laundry alone. After all, with power came responsibility.
I could no longer trade household
responsibilities for my manicured hands if I had to land up in the good books
of my mom in law! And thus began my internship; I helped mom in law in the
daily chores and being the wise and sweet mum, she too never rushed me into
things.
However, there was one thing that
hit me often. In a typical Indian male dominated society, household chores are
a woman’s baby. Men turn a blind eye and limit their responsibilities to managing
the finances. But hey, I was a working woman! Though I never discussed this
with Mr. Hubby before marriage, I expected a hubby who would share the load in
the house if I played the role of a housewife and a working woman. It irritated
me when on a lazy Sunday, Mr. Hubby and Mr. father in law enjoyed the extended
newspaper time while mom in law and I rushed to be with our washing machine and
get over with the laundry, as other chores awaited us.
Last year, Mr. Hubby announced we
were moving to Mumbai. Now, most wives jump at the thought of moving away from
their in laws. However, I was in tears. I had always lived under the umbrellas
of the moms – first my mom and then my mom in law. So, the thought of managing
a house all by myself in a new city along with a new job got me into a panic
mode!
Sadly, I had no other option.
Within a month, we were in a city far away from my home. I joined work soon
after, and weekends saw us mall hopping to shop for our new abode. I saw the
laundry piling up, but the hectic schedule left me no time to take stock of the
situation. Being his mom’s pampered son, Mr. Hubby wasn't considered as an
option, till one morning, I was taken for a surprise.
It had been a real busy week at
work for me. Every non urgent chore had been procrastinated for weekend,
laundry being no exception. On Sunday morning, when Mr. Hubby woke me up with a
cup of tea, I was taken for a surprise. My eyes quickly went from his smiling
face to the wall clock. It was 9am! The water supply timing for the morning was
till 9:30am and I had a bag full of laundry to be taken care of! Instead of complimenting
his loving gesture, I jumped out of my bed and rushed towards the washing
machine to make the best of the last 30 minutes. However, to my surprise, the
laundry in the bag had already found its place in the machine and was almost
done!
“Why did you do the laundry? I
would have done it” I told Mr. Hubby. I was even more surprised when he
replied, “When you can take extra load of responsibilities for me, why can’t I
share your load? After all, house is our mutual responsibility! And with a
fully automatic machine and the new Ariel, laundry is actually a child’s play!”
I wanted someone to pinch me. Was I day dreaming? No I was not. Mr. Hubby had
understood my agony and had decided to make it easier for me by sharing my
load.
Happiness seems no bounds when
our better half understands our silence and goes an extra mile to make us
happy. Whether laundry or any other chore, each responsibility is ours,
together. And in this togetherness resides true love and mutual understanding!
My happy heart now sings –
I know he loves me and cares
Each joy and sorrow he shares
We may not need words to explain
The hearts understand the joy and
pain
It’s when we decide to share each
other’s load
That the house becomes our happy
abode!
Ariel is endeavouring to reduce the inequality in households when it comes to household chores by asking people to #ShareTheLoad proudly after highlighting the imbalance that exists in Indian families when it comes to housework.
Beautiful poem. Mumbai is a tough city to live. One is always on the run, hardly any time for household work. As you said, sharing each other's load is a great way to make a happy abode.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful tale,well told!
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