Some Beautiful Storys

what is my name?

      Have you noticed how your  father calls your mother?

does he use her name or not?

     how do the neighbours address her?

     does anyone address her by name?
what about your grandmother?

      in the story, p. Satyavathi describes how  a women forgets  her own name since no one addresses her by name.

       how does a woman gain her identity by  name, by marriage, by motherhood, by education, by profession, or by anything else?

read the story keeping these questions in mind.

     A Young women, before being a housewife.
    a woman ,educated and cultured, and intelligent ,and capable, quick -witted, with a sense of humour and elegance.

        Falling for her beauty and intelligence, as also the Dowry which her father offered, a young man tied the three sacred knotes around her neck,made her the house wife to a household and said to her,

' look, ammadu this is your home.'

then the house wife immediately pulled the end of her sari and tucked it in at the waist and swabbed the entire house and decorated the floor with muggulu designs.

the young man promptlerly praised her work.
           Your  dexterous at swabbing
the floor even more dexterous in drawing the muggulu .

Sabash ,keep it up .

he said it in English, giving her a pat on the shoulder in appreciation.

    Overjoyed, the house wife  began living  with  swabbing  as the 
chief mission in her life.

       She scrubbed the house  spotlessly
        clean at all time and beautifully
     decorated it with multi coloured designs.

that's how her life went on, with a sumptuous  and ceaseless supply of swabbing  clothes  and  muggu baskets.

     But one day while scrubbing  the floor, the housewife suddenly asked herself,
   " what is my name?" the query shook her up.
Leaving the mopping cloth and the Muggu basket there itself ,she is stood  near the window scratching her head, lost in thoughts .
     ''what is my name- what is my name?"

the house across the road carried a name board, Mrs M Suhasini  M.A phD.principal 10th college.

yes, she too had a name as her neighbour did

    "how could I forget like that ?
   in my scrubbing zeal I have forgotten  my name What shall I do now?"

the house wife was perturbed.
Her mind became totally  restless,somehow she finished her daubing for the day.

        Meanwhile, the maidsetvant  arrived.
       Hoping  at least  she would  remember, the housewife  asked  her, "look ,ammayi,do you know  my name?"

     "What  is it, Amma?" Said the girl.
     "What  do we have  to do with  names of mistresses?"

     You are only  a  mistress  to us the  mistress  of such  and  such a white storyed house,  round  floor  means you '
   
     Yes ",true ,pf course,how can  you know, poor thing?"

      Thought the housewife.

The children came home from school for lunch in the afternoon.
    "At least the children might remember my name"
the housewife hoped.

       " look here children, do you know my name?"
she asked.
they were taken a back.

    " you are  your name is amma
        Your  name  is Amma  only ever since we were born we have know only this ,the letters that come are only is father's name because everyone calls him by his name we know his name