But kamala , you have to do something about this . He has actually crossed the line this time.
She stopped chopping the vegetables & looked anxiously at Kamala’s bandaged head almost choking with grief for the poor lady.
It had been only two days but it felt like ages ago .
She had just settled down with a book to read with a warm cup of tea. Her husand busy channel surfing , now on his second drink for the evening .His snacks were served which meant another 30 mins to herself. Her much cherished me time.
The brand new romance novel was sneaked out of the monthly grocery budget & she had been saving it up for the weekend. But barely a page was turned or a sip of her tea taken and there it was , the loud banging at the main door .
It was Lali , Kamala’s 7 year old daughter weeping inconsolably.
What happened , has your father hit your mother again?
Kamla, their maid lived right behind their home along with three little children and a good for nothing husband. Getting their quarrels sorted out was an almost weekly affair. She got a lot of flak for it from her husband and she was quite sure one of these days , he’ll lose his temper over this as well and get rid of them. Peace of mind of two families was at stake here. She had to manage the situation .
Lali ? Beta , tell me what happened?
There is blood every where , ma is hurt. she rushed inside the second she heard that and found her husband watching Bollywood videos quite unperturbed by the whole scene .
Listen , we have to rush. something terrible has happened to Kamla.
Why are you bothered. Let them be. I don’t understand why you have to meddle in their affairs . Get me some food , I am famished.
She wasn’t surprised by his lack of interest. That wasn’t new . But what definitely new was her walking out of the main door , grabbing the car keys without paying heed to his orders.
A couple of hours and furious calls later she finally came back , satisfied. Kamla was at the hospital , her stiches would take 2-3 days to heal but she was saved just in time.
It was worthwhile. She thought to herself before drifting off to sleep , teary eyed & aching.
Didi , I can’t leave him. He hits me , but that’s my fate. I am married to him , I cant leave everything and go. You are modern and educated still you don’t , so what do you expect me to do ?
Kamla’s sadness ridden voice brought her back to the present.
What do you mean? She asked not quite sure if she had understood her clearly.
Didi not all wounds are visible. When expectations shatter they hurt the most.
She tried to hide her bruised hand , her mind split between wanting to reprimand her for this uncalled behavior & wanting to embrace this woman she felt a strange empathy for.
She did nothing of those two. Instead she went inside her bedroom to finally take out that handbag from inside and started packing her things.Even her maid expected her to lead the way , she couldn’t take the path of least resistance now.
She smiled as she walked out of the door , finally able to meet her own expectations of a life of dignity.
This 26 part fiction short story series is inspired by women who are like you and me . Not superheroes , but Everyday Women. They have a voice , a dream , a vision , an intent or even a point of view. These slice of life tales are work in progress – if you can share a personal story in the comments it may help me conjure up a story .Would truly appreciate!
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