What of her !

What to say? Of late I began giving attention to something which I should have done a bit early; Sorry Yaaar………..! I started observing Baby, with more curiosity now.

Madam, wakes up precisely at 5.30 in the morning every day, no matter what time she slept in the previous night. I invariably wake up with her call for our morning tea. This exercise she has been dutifully carrying out, God only has an account, for how long.

At 8 a.m. sharp, I leave after a tastefully prepared breakfast, taking with me carefully packed lunch, leaving her to herself. I remember very little of not having an ironed cloth by the time I get ready for office. I must confess, many a days, she even polishes my shoes without any repugnance. Saturdays and Sundays are holidays for three of us, now four, but not for her. These are the days her culinary marvels are revealed. . The Mother of perfection, she has been cutting and polishing me shape up my personality. Books from Sahitya Academy made her an ardent reader and gave her a humped back neck. Her reading has put more tools to her arsenal in chiseling my deeds and verbs.

During the period Swapna and Lisa were born, then on to School, College and to office, she has never caused reason for them to be late. Even now, like a mother bird, she takes care of their food, cloth and everything for them, the naughty creatures. She doesn’t like to jell with the fact that her two chirpy girls are now grown enough to run their own set up, independently. All to all, the beauty has always maintained herself youthful, a point which draws me back home after work.

All this tasks are executed within the time, I have left for her at her disposal, free, so did I conceive so far. I valued very little the precious time she spent in shaping all of us, confining to the four walls of our small house. Never wondered what she has been through back home during the time I was busy in ‘working’. But yet, despite her limited space or rather confinement, she gathered more practical and resourceful information, wisdom and knowledge.

I have been working for the house. She was building the home always. A beautiful home, in which all who lived, and who joined later, love to be together, always.

Past is past, I call upon the young boys, never call the mother of your child/ren a ‘House Wife’ . Cut it ! She is deservingly a Home maker !