A Housewife : Burden

Child- Marriage..!

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⁜⫗°• Author's POV⁜⫗°•

The chulha burned steadily in one corner, firewood crackling, thin smoke curling upward and filling the space with the warm, familiar smell of wheat and ash.

Janvi's mother sat close to the fire, sari pallu tucked at her waist, flipping rotis on the tawa with practiced ease.

Beside her, Janvi sat cross-legged, rolling dough on the chakla, her hands white with atta and her face full of mischief.

"Maa, yeh kya tum humse itni saari rotiyan banwa rahi ho? Koi bhoj-voj hai kya ghar mein?" she asked, barely pausing her belan.
(Maa, why are you making me roll so many rotis? Is there some feast or function?)

She glanced at the growing stack and snorted. "Yeh sirf baba-bhaiya ko hi khilana hai, ya poore gaon ko? Itni roti mein toh poora gaon dakaar lekar khaa lega..haan..jab dekho toh humse befazool ka kaam karwaati rahogi."
(Or are you feeding Baba and Bhaiya, or the whole village? With this many rotis, the entire village could eat and burp happily.)

Her mother smiled faintly, lifting a puffed roti off the tawa. "Naa bitiya, yeh toh teri tyaari hai."
(No, child, this is your preparation.)

Janvi's belan stopped mid-roll. "Meri tyaari? Kis baat ki? Humko dusro ki shaadiyon mein halwaai bana rahi ho kya."
(My preparation? For what?)

"Sasural jaane ki," her mother replied simply, placing another roti on the tawa.
(To go to your in-laws' house.)

Janvi turned toward her, eyes wide. "Sasural? Yeh kaunsi jagah hoti hai maa? Gaon ke bahar hai kya?"
(In-laws' house? What kind of place is that, Maa? Is it outside the village?)

Her mother chuckled. "Haan, thoda sa bahar."
(Yes, a little beyond.)

Janvi tilted her head, a grin creeping back. "Aur wahan jaane ke liye itni tyaari kyun karni padti hai? Vaise agar koi ghoomne ki jagah hai toh bata do... abhi hi samaan baandh leti hoon."
(And why so much preparation to go there? If it's some place to travel, tell me—I'll pack my bags right now.)

Her mother laughed openly now and tapped Janvi's head lightly. "Pagli, wahan ghoomna kam, sambhalna zyada hota hai. Yahan seekhegi tabhi toh wahan haath jamega."
(Foolish girl, there's less roaming there and more responsibility. Only if you learn here will your hands settle there.)

Her mother watched her for a moment, then spoke again—this time more deliberate, like she was counting beads on a mala.

"Aur sirf roti banana hi kaafi nahi hota, Janvi," she said, turning the tawa.
(And just making rotis isn't enough, Janvi.)

Janvi looked up. "Toh aur kya-kya hota hai maa?"
(Then what else is there?)

Her mother sighed, not tired—just seasoned.
"Sab kaam seekhne padte hain. Kapde dhona, bartaan manjhna, subah sabse pehle uthna..."
(You have to learn all the chores. Washing clothes, cleaning utensils, waking up before everyone else...)