THE PART TIME HOUSEWIFE
With shaking hands, quivering lips and eyes gleaming with unshed tears I picked up the broom one last time. It was 8th of June. The date the whole of India had been awaiting with bated breath. I was excited but a bag of nerves at the same time. Prime Minister Modi has been unlocking the country, slowly, in phases. I can now call my househelp/cook/nanny of 20 years back to work if I find it prudent. I think of what a tumultuous 3 and a half months it has been. To be truthful and more so to myself I have both hated it and enjoyed it. For the first time in my life, I was looking after the home, the cleaning, the cooking, the washing, without any outside help - a full-time houseworker that's how I want to see it. And it has been satisfying for most parts of it. The broom in my hands gathers along dust as I sweep, lost to the outside world. With the dust that collects, hundreds of th...