"I...promise...to be true to
you...in good times and in bad...in sickness and in health...I will love and
honor you all the days of my life..."
She pressed a button on
the remote and the screen froze. She did not have time to indulge in movies
now. A lot needed to be done. Her gaze swept the room she was in. The bed
sheets were rumpled and crushed. The pillows lay on the floor, which itself was
strewn with a variety of articles ranging from safety pins and clips to empty
packets and unwashed glasses. There was a mound of clothes overflowing from the
clothes hamper. She sighed. It would be a long time before she would be able to
lie down on the bed with her chores all done.
Her mind went back to a
month ago. They had brought both the families to a truce. It was a hard fight
but they had somehow managed it. The story was not very unusual. Her father was
dead against the match and his mother too was not willing to have a non-khatri
daughter-in-law thrust upon her. 'After all, my son is an MBA grad.' she would
say proudly. The love story and the battle to get together was almost every
Indian couple's story these days. Both of them had left no stone unturned in
saving their four-year-long relationship. They had used trick and truth, hook
and crook, peace and war; whatever they could to make sure that they would be
united in matrimony.
It had been a mere few
weeks since they had exchanged thick rose garlands and taken seven rounds of
the holy fire. Now as she sat, waiting for her lover-turned-husband, who was
currently on a call in the next room, she wondered whether she had taken the
right decision. How could she know whether he was the right man? What if her
parents had been right about ‘today’s men who turned rogue after marriage’?
What if she started feeling lonely? She certainly felt so now as the mountain
of household chores loomed large in front of her.
As her thoughts
threatened to sabotage her work, she decided to snap out of the stupid vortex
of her disturbing theories and resolved to get some work done. The rooms had to
be dusted, food cooked and a truck full of clothes had to be washed, the white
ones separately. She huffed. As she emptied the laundry basket, a voice boomed
from the screen.
"I...promise...to be
true to you..."
Her husband had switched
on the movie and was walking towards her now.
"In good times and
in bad...in sickness and in health..."
He paused the movie and
started speaking, his face turned up in a smile, "In the house and
outdoors...in the cooking and the cleaning...in the washing and the
sweeping..."
Now he resumed play.
"I will love and honor you all the days of my life..."
The actor finished the
line and he pressed the pause button again. She giggled as he picked up the
dirty laundry and started segregating them into piles.
"Come on, leave
them, I will manage..." she said. He picked up a large stack of clothes
and took it with him to the washing machine. He undid the band fastening the
packet of Ariel washing powder and sprinkled some all over the dirty clothes.
She had followed him and now, she asked, "Hey..what is with all
this?"
He looked at her with a
smile,"What is what?"
She giggled and
said,"Why are you being Mr. Cleaner? Trying to wash the clothes and
all?"
"Oh it's simple.
Didn't you hear the vows? I am just sharing the load, sweetie."
Saying so, he kissed her.
She knew now that she had taken the right decision. She would never feel lonely
or burdened. They were both in this together.
#ShareTheLoad
I am writing for the #ShareTheLoad activity at BlogAdda.com in association with Ariel.
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