Let
me ask you a question first. Who is a working woman? Someone who is an IT
Professional, HR Manager or a teacher? Someone who goes to fancy business parks
and works 9 to 5 in air conditioned offices?
Whether
it’s a woman who does all the things I asked above or our Kaam wali aunty, I understand
they are all “Working women”, and the struggles if not same, are similar. So
with the story of Sumukhi, I hope you meet the working woman from the other
side.
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Sumukhi’s
smiling face never told that the period cramps were killings her inside. It
felt like someone was stabbing her in the abdomen and twisting the knife for no
reason! She constantly checked her saree because the thought of getting a blood
stain on one of the three saree she owned, did not excite her one bit.
Standing
at 8am in the 2 by 2 feet extension that she called a balcony, Sumukhi had
already prepared the family’s breakfast and lunch. She decided to take a break while
having her morning tea.
Shifting
her body weight from one leg to the other, Sumukhi was lost in thoughts. Her
uncle, aunt and their 3 children were to come next week, and she had no idea
how to fit them in her 10 x 30 kholi which already housed a Television, one bed,
one table, her old mother-in-law, husband and a son of 12 years.
She
never made any attempts in hiding her disappointment about the condition of the
house and the locality from her husband. The walls and ceilings seemed to be
crumbling badly, supported by rotting wood beams that were crumbling more.
Water was rationed and came only twice a day at the most inconvenient hours.
If
the only window and main door were ever closed together, death due to suffocation
was certain. It was definitely not the dream house she had dreamt of as a
child.
Nonetheless,
this compromise was not new. Now she was used to the smell of open gutter that
ran on the backside and the perpetual dampness of the floor. The poverty had
penetrated her life so much, that she took every kind of neglect, every kind of
insult with a pinch of salt.
Almost
inaudible rustle in the room brought her back to reality. She could feel her bloated
stomach churn like a maniac. Her menstrual discomfort was only getting worse with
passing years and she had no idea what to do about them.
Realizing
that a break of 10 minutes had extended up to 25 minutes, she immediately got
to her feet and stood in front of the only mirror to be sure she looked decent
before leaving for work.
Adjusting
her bindi slightly to left, dabbing some moisturizer and patching a smile on
her face, she picked up the vegetable basket, tucked it on the side of her
waist, planted a kiss on her sleeping son and marched out of the house.
Famously
known as the “Sabzi wali mousi”, Sumukhi was the first working woman of her
family :)
Its just BEAUTIFUL...
ReplyDeleteHappy to know you liked it Shraddha :)
DeleteIt's really something touched..good work Shrishti..☺
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it Pradip :) Thank you!!
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