Who Am I?

Who Am I?

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I opened the door and quietly sneaked in. It was 3 A.M. Rutu was as usual on her bed. Nothing changed. Neither the cuckoo coming out of the clock to grunt, yes grunt because nothing seems to be melodies in this house anymore nor the tap tap noise of the running tap. I pulled the end of the blanket from Rutu and covered myself in. It was freezing cold outside.

Next morning was as usual. Churning of the loud mixer grinder, the smell of the yummy aloo ka paratha, loud kirtan noise from the mandir next lane and also the same voice howling at me, "Get up, don't behave as if you have come breaking a big mountain last night, kamchor." I woke up without a second thought of enjoying this beautiful winter morning. I don't believe in lust, they have the tendency to easily turn into needs! "At least help me in the kitchen, I'm getting late for my job, anyways you don't have any job, a meagre sum that you earn from somewhere won't do much for us!", Rutu shouted.

And with this my day started. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, cleaning I do everything, everything that a home maker does. I don't call it feminine, my night starts after Rutu sleeps, that's my time, when I go to earn a bit. Every night for 2 hours, with some stranger in his bed. Is that lust or my need? I don't call it feminine either. I support Rutu as much as I can. I do what I love, and I love her too.


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