“Who the hell do you think you are? I earn more than
you and have a far better work profile”
“Yes, I know. That’s why you fail to be a good
mother since all you are interested in is money and career and position and
power “
“Yes, I do. So, what. And who are you to pass judgment
on me about how good a mother I am. You are never home in any case. It is me
who has to take care of everything” “Especially your good for nothing family
who just sit there, eat, watch their stupid shows and keep pouring venom from
their throats every minute on me”
“Don’t you get them into this”
“Oh yes I will. I so will.” “They are family,
everything and I am nothing to you, huh” “Just an overqualified and over smart house
maid”
“You are going mad each day. Just stop this nonsense.
Don’t create a scene here”
“There is no one here to listen to all this. Since
everyone is at home. Busy being happy” “Not dragging their dead drunk husband
out of the club who has just spent a fortune on senseless drinks and food”
“Just shut up and get in the car”
“Ha, ha, ha. Just look at you. So weak. Can’t even
drive himself home”
“Stop speaking or I will hit you”
“Yeah, won’t be the first time. Will it? “
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Why are these well dressed people shouting and
fighting? They have everything. Even that nice big black car with a music
system. And look at me. I have nothing. Sleeping for the zillionth time on the
porch of this house. That too in this cold Delhi winter night with nothing but
this withering piece of cloth which can hardly pass for a blanket. I have not
eaten a proper meal in 2 days. The last one was when that kind lady gave me the
leftover food. The surface is hard. It is colder than usual today. Oh God. I
might even die tonight due to the cold.
But I do remember what my father told me before I left
home to seek employment. I have peace. I have no worries. I don’t own anything
so I don’t fear losing anything. I have never done a bad thing in my life. Have
refrained from alcohol and smoking. I send whatever money I can every month
home and my mother is happy because of me. I don’t worry about the future and
have nothing to keep me awake at night about my past. Sure the ground is hard
and cold. I will never get to eat in those restaurants, shop in the shiny
buildings, play with small devices in my hand, and drive a shiny car. I might
not even ever get to experience love or get married. Most probably I will die young.
But till that time. My mind is blank. I am happy. I
have PEACE. J
