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“You India?”
“No…No…!”
“Sri Lanka?”
She found it hard to ignore the ridicule in the taxi driver’s voice.
“Oh… So you’re an Indian… did you marry and come here?” The
taxi driver gloated; his guess had been right after all.
Soon they arrived at her destination. In her haste to get off, she
almost threw the fare in the taxi driver’s face. She slammed the door
closed, and walked briskly towards her house.
2
“Can’t you go to the market for at least one day? Why must I do all
the work every single time?”
“Why are you shouting and nagging first thing in the morning?
What the heck…! Can’t I have some peace even for a day?” he shouted
back, before disappearing into the papers again.
She walked into the kitchen in a huff and plonked the two bags of
groceries on the dining table. The heat had drained her of energy. She
longed to slide onto the chair for a much-needed rest. But that was
impossible. It was already nine and a whole load of work waited her.
Her father-in-law would soon be back from his night security job.
Breakfast for him always had to be Iddili, Thosai or some other Indian
delicacy. Bread or any other western dish would not do. After all, had
they not brought her from India for this?
She busied herself, packing the vegetables and meat neatly away in
the refrigerator.
She was just about to take a sip of the fresh soya bean milk she had
bought at the market. Her anger threatened to explode. Instead, she
dumped the contents into the sink and proceeded to make the Thosai.
3
She walked into the room. Her glance fell on her 13-year old
daughter, Suba, standing in front of the mirror and painstakingly applying
lipstick. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking that she had not touched
a lipstick till she had started working.
“Do you call what you’re wearing a dress? Might as well go out in
your underwear. Your skirt is short enough.”
Glaring at her mother in anger, Suba threw her comb down on to the
dressing table: “Mum, do you know how truly narrow minded you are?”
she stormed.
“Why are you screaming? Girls should be refined and sedate. Had I
spoken to my mother like this, she would have thrashed me.”
“Just look at your daughter. She wants to go out dressed like this!”
“Let go of me..!”
“Not me. I’ve already told you. There are bills for the house; car,
insurance…and so on. Nothing left for the maid fees. Why don’t you pay
from your salary? She is going to be helping you!”