This is an excerpt of a conversation, between Lekha and her assistant, to highlight the ironies of life and to show, yet again, how fickle relationships are.
Preetha is in her mid 40s, pleasant and has been working for us for the last three years. A hard worker, she never used to require any prodding at her work. Her husband is a freelance labourer, which means he doesn't work for any particular group. He, too, works hard, but has a weakness for the bottle. They've two sons - the elder one has written the class X Board exams and the younger one is in class IV. Both are good at studies, in fact, the elder one is the recipient of the government scholarship.
She had contracted a chronic kidney disease and two years ago, her doctor had advised the couple to refrain from physical relationship as her ailment did not support it. I suppose, that was the start point of a dip in their otherwise beautiful relationship. We still remember the way she used to talk about her 'chettan' very adoringly and recommended that we gave a few of our sanitary, plumbing work to him and we're only too glad to oblige her.
Shortly after the doctor's diktat, he told her that he wanted a divorce because she was 'of no use' to him. I remember her telling Lekha that they'd a massive fight, he'd even hit her and that consequently, she and her sons had shifted close to her family. About a couple of months later, however, her husband joined in after assuring her brothers that he would not fight with her.
She and her elder son are in dialogue with each other and it's this relationship that has salvaged her out of her blues many-a-time. Her husband loathes it and has even gone on to suggest incest between the two! The war of words goes on and it was one such slug fest that brought her to the sad situation of last evening.
It was evening time and the kids had gone out to play with their friends. There was a massive stand off between the husband and wife and she'd walked off in a huff, slamming the door of her room shut. The elder son had come by to have water soon after and asked his dad regarding the whereabouts of his mother to which he'd answered that she was in her room. What the lad saw through the window had horrified him. His mother had a saree's noose around her neck while its other end was tied to the ceiling fan above and she was trying to kick away the chair beneath her! The situation was retrieved with the son saying that he and his brother would also give up their lives if she were to repeat the act, ever.
The fact is that the son hates the father because of his shenanigans.
My take.
I'd spoken to her brothers to take remedial measures without delay but I've my doubts as to whether he'd stay away from her even after a court brokered divorce. He might even try out something vengeful.
Tailpiece.
The surfacing of the road in front our house has commenced and they seem to be at a very good pace. At the sixth minute after the commencement of the work, disaster struck when one of the workers had dug into the fresh water pipe laid underground and by evening, a second damage was also inflicted. Both the damages were made good before sunset!
Preetha is in her mid 40s, pleasant and has been working for us for the last three years. A hard worker, she never used to require any prodding at her work. Her husband is a freelance labourer, which means he doesn't work for any particular group. He, too, works hard, but has a weakness for the bottle. They've two sons - the elder one has written the class X Board exams and the younger one is in class IV. Both are good at studies, in fact, the elder one is the recipient of the government scholarship.
She had contracted a chronic kidney disease and two years ago, her doctor had advised the couple to refrain from physical relationship as her ailment did not support it. I suppose, that was the start point of a dip in their otherwise beautiful relationship. We still remember the way she used to talk about her 'chettan' very adoringly and recommended that we gave a few of our sanitary, plumbing work to him and we're only too glad to oblige her.
Shortly after the doctor's diktat, he told her that he wanted a divorce because she was 'of no use' to him. I remember her telling Lekha that they'd a massive fight, he'd even hit her and that consequently, she and her sons had shifted close to her family. About a couple of months later, however, her husband joined in after assuring her brothers that he would not fight with her.
She and her elder son are in dialogue with each other and it's this relationship that has salvaged her out of her blues many-a-time. Her husband loathes it and has even gone on to suggest incest between the two! The war of words goes on and it was one such slug fest that brought her to the sad situation of last evening.
It was evening time and the kids had gone out to play with their friends. There was a massive stand off between the husband and wife and she'd walked off in a huff, slamming the door of her room shut. The elder son had come by to have water soon after and asked his dad regarding the whereabouts of his mother to which he'd answered that she was in her room. What the lad saw through the window had horrified him. His mother had a saree's noose around her neck while its other end was tied to the ceiling fan above and she was trying to kick away the chair beneath her! The situation was retrieved with the son saying that he and his brother would also give up their lives if she were to repeat the act, ever.
The fact is that the son hates the father because of his shenanigans.
My take.
I'd spoken to her brothers to take remedial measures without delay but I've my doubts as to whether he'd stay away from her even after a court brokered divorce. He might even try out something vengeful.
Tailpiece.
The surfacing of the road in front our house has commenced and they seem to be at a very good pace. At the sixth minute after the commencement of the work, disaster struck when one of the workers had dug into the fresh water pipe laid underground and by evening, a second damage was also inflicted. Both the damages were made good before sunset!
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