It is about family situation. About life. About husband and wife. Their relationship. Will they be in love till the end? Will somebody's interference break their arrange marriage? Please read my story about family situation of this wife's a day's jo...
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Watching me in the middle of doing dishes? Ok.
Yes? Yes. My family is not having anything for lunch, they are out, having lunch at Alibaba Restaurant. I miss Restaurant food. I told my sister-in-law, bring me some leftovers after you're finished with your lunch, if possible. She turned her face away. What? She acted like she didn't hear me.
I never accompany my in-laws to the restaurants, my husband scolds me. As I am fat and round, I will get fatter and rounder, and he won't love me as he did. He doesn't nowadays. I stay at home, cook all kinds of favorite dishes for my in-laws, and my husband's signature dishes must be cooked fresh and new. He doesn't like dishes being heated up from the last days, he doesn't prefer last night's meals. I cook. I clean. I try to keep everything tidy at home.
My mother-in-law taught me to be very clean. I need to change my sarees multiple times at home. This is not my home, I call this his house, my husband's home, where I am staying because I am legally his, his wife. My home? I don't know if I have a home. Do we women have a home? A jobless housewife like me can have a home? Oh, sorry, here, please, come this way through that balcony door and see now in my kitchen I am cooking dinner. Corn soup, chicken curry and vegetable salad, rice, and a mixture of carrot and beet vegetable chops. My in-laws' home, you know I don't call this mine, can't call this my home, so I name it in-law's home, shoshurbari. This house is without a name but with beautiful shapes all around, please see the view from this way, yes, please, and this is a home of large size. My mother-in-law says I am jealous of having this home like mine, all of it as mine. She doesn't know me. She doesn't. She won't let me have this house as mine as if I am waiting for some illegal fight on illegal matters. I know this house isn't mine. But he is mine. She can let me have him mine, all mine.
This home is pretty new, but the place is quite old. My father-in-law's grandfather bought this place before independence and the old mansion here was destroyed, and in its place, this house was built. I am sorry for the old mansion, my husband says it was necessary otherwise we would have huge trouble living in such a place like this. He says the old mansion's condition was worsening. Old-built British-era houses are unbreakable. I don't agree with him.
Well, back to cooking, my cooking is almost done. It's 6.45 pm, and they aren't back yet. They must have gone to that park. Oh, I love that park near to the Priya Cinema, yes Deshapriya Park, a temple I know is nearby I have visited often during my college days. I was living as a pen guest in a hostel with nine other college girls near my college at Deshapriya. Don't remember the name of the temple though. Maybe they are having fried corn and coffee as it's winter now. Why haven't they taken me with them? Why haven't you taken me with you, husband dear? I would have loved to go anywhere with you? So sick and tired I feel like staying at home, away from you, cooking and cleaning, doing dishes, and dusting your room. No, I don't hate doing duties for you, you are a busy man, but like your family, I would have loved being nearer to you. Sorry, I am thinking of making a beautiful handmade card by writing him a romantic letter. Do you think he will like it? He is the man who vowed to be the best husband ever to my dying father on his deathbed. Is he bored of me now? Is he sick of me?
