Her Everyday's Toll.

Dear Diary,

I have truly acknowledged the fact that no person in this world is able to live peacefully in his own abode or whatever the respective case may be- a hut also. All the members living inside that significant quadrilateral were assigned some task by the House itself- to clean, to take care, to repair, to update, to decorate and the same never-ending list. Being old though the youngest member of the family; I voluntarily accomplish deeds which seem pathetic to my dear elder brother and sometimes even to my lovable Father. My Mother never denied herself not to do such tasks- it was her part of duty, a service to the house and the family she adored.

Whatsoever the statement maybe, I was able to put myself in my Mother's slippers today and God save! they wouldn't fit my widespread feet. Due to the announcement of '21 Days Lock-down' by Modiji(I respect any politician in my creations, I insult myself if I do) the maid did not come which was obvious. The Indian people take a lot of things for granted which ultimately made their absence rather desperate to one; this being the present scenario. Mother plays golden jubilee, circumscribed by those paining joints and swirling mind; she is almost unable to even take those works in hand which is supposed to be of maids.

Being the possessor of strength and comprehensive abilities like that of an old- I sought to aid her 'Cleaning Protocol' without her being aware of; as she will sway me away with her persuasive skills. Wearing those illusory slippers talked just about; I took those weapons of my Mother: the broom and the dust collecting object. My house's first floor was then cleaned and I am very honest about my work! If I have taken up a task then I shall provide my one hundred percent in its quality, that you know well. The second work was to mop it with a wet mop; no objections- I did that as well. Up in the terrace, clothes were hanged to be dried and to take them downstairs at the afternoon time was assigned to me so, I thought of giving that an impetus as well- I folded them the way I had first done when Mother had taught me. Doing such ecstatic labor, my tee-shirt was dampened by erupting sweat at the collar part and at the lower back.

Mother was not suspicious of such a fine deed until I had told because it is very often she visited upstairs as she needed time to relax and that was only possible after four o'clock onwards. I did all those after four in the afternoon so, when she had woken up at six o'clock- I conveyed my devotion to her leisure. She benevolently commented, "How kind of you! Thank you for decreasing my two major tolls of the routine." I rejoiced and left her in the kitchen, where she making tea, alone in those flavors of spices of tea.

It had never been easy to be a housewife of Indian society- my deed explained to me that today.

"Thank you for listening whilst I made no noise in telling, my diary; good night."