I opened the door and came in the room, threw my bag and screamed.
I was feeling so wretched that it was imperative that I improve my mood somehow and what better way than a scream or maybe a few tears. But I liked the first option and screamed. And what a relief that was!!
I was feeling worthless.
The milk which I bought from the cold store guy was giving my kid; an upset stomach. And when I complain, the guy tells me how to keep milk and vegetables fresh.
Being the youngest in the family meant that I was still being treated like s child.
My acquaintances give me free advice which I hate.
When I do things my husband’s way he says-why didn’t you do it your way and if I do it my way; he says it was not good.
And my kid thinks mamma does not know anything. ‘Write it like this na’, I say. And he says,’Teacher says this is the correct way, you don’t know, mamma’
‘Pronounce it like this, sonny’ and he says, ‘B says like this and she is right’
I let out another scream.
I was scared. Teaching a five-year old was difficult and here I was getting ready to teach a group of 20 or so kids of different sizes. It was going to be an interactive session of spiritual sciences. Will I be able to pull it off? In the back of my mind I heard the sound of ‘Nays’ to the tune of ‘teri meri’.
At the end of the class I run to a senior to ask how I rated, she raised a thumbs-up, I heaved a sigh.
A day later I met a student’s mom. ‘Mataji, I am trying to make her repeat what you taught, she says I don’t know how to pronounce, she says, mataji knows best.’
I grinned at her.
*Ghar ki murgi daal barabar is a saying in Hindi which means that a person’s worth is not valued in his /her own home.