A Typical Indian Bride? [✓]

Work. Life. Balance.

"Now, square root of length squared and breath squared of the rectangle will give you the length of the diagonal.

This is the Pythagoras theorem.

Did you all understand?", I asked.

My students nodded as I distributed their worksheets for today.

Their exams were approaching and I have been taking additional hours in taking mock tests, revisions and remedial classes.

To put it all in a nutshell, the tution centre along with everyday chores have been keeping me on my toes.

Waking up to a 4 A.M. alarm, sliding away from the warmest embrace of my sleepy husband, a cold water bath that would intially numb the body, but keeps me going for the rest of my day, wearing the saree that my husband would have pointed out the previous night, matching them with simple and elegant bangles, bindhi and  earrings, placing my sindoor on my brows and well, I step out of my room at 4.30 A.M.

That's the start of my daily chores; cooking, washing utensils, decorating the pooja altar, sweeping and mopping the house, preparing tea and well, the second round as well, and more household work, is all that came and somehow, I felt time to be running and literally deceiving me.

The Einstein's theory of relativity, seemed to be proven, ironically, time and again with my life. But, however I could balance it all out because my sister-in-law seemed extremely cooperative with everything from a past few days.

She is in her study leave now, since her board exams were approaching. Her level of independence and the flavour of womanhood was shown explicitly. Her maturity and conduct, her responsibility towards her career and her family had started showing vividly through her actions. This, on a serious note, made me rethink of her relationship with Sushant as well.

But, is now the time?

No.

She has to finish her basic education and get into a good college. For now, I really need to mend the relationship with her brother first.

It is after post-afternoon I get time to sit with the coursework for the tutions. Since it had been the exam time, I take extra classes for these kids and kept prepping them with practice tests.

Initially it was difficult to cultivate the discipline in them, but they seemed to like the gifts that I presented post every good performance. All in all, the routine somehow found its way through the wildfires of this chaos.

"Ma'am, ho gaya"

"Accha, Suraj, thumne kardiya kyaa?Even the 8th question?"

Suraj  smiled with pride of accomplishment.

I gave him my today's gift. It was an exam pad, a few pencils and pens.

"Ma'am, today is the last class right?"