Mrs Sharma’s Saturday Nightmare

Mr Sharma who’s an entrepreneur is contentedly settled in a semi-urban town house of a metro city. When I said contentedly settled, I mean, Mr Sharma and his young boy, not his wife, whom people recognise as Mrs Sharma. She is worthy enough to be known by her own name, but as she’s married to and migrated with Mr Sharma, and also choose to live with him only for fear of the society, she didn’t object to be called by that name . She’s a government employee, who works in the health sector. Her work itself keeps her busy, apart from her work, she’s devotional, she’s a melophile and also enjoys classical dance concerts. In short her world is confined to these three or four fields, she remains updated about what happens around though.

Until recently, she awaited for the weekends to set in, with a lazy mind. Saturdays she loved the most as that was the only time when the family would have their day out in the town, having a meal. Not only that, it was the only break she would get to enjoy in a week before a working holiday( Sunday) sets in. Since lock down started she has developed a phobia towards Saturdays. Friday itself she becomes restless, thinking of the day to come. As the family is habituated with that eating habit, she needs to cook restaurant style dishes for her son and husband which she should have enjoyed with their company, but don’t. Family gives her company, only at the dining table. Some enjoy cooking, but she doesn’t. Not that she hates it, but no one lends a hand to her than pointing out silly faults.

Those who have tasted her food has always fallen for her talents, but not these two. She hated to see those permanently discontented faces. Moreover, the summer was too suffocating that she hardly could stay in the kitchen for hours. And Saturday’s business took more than three hours, including maintenance and setting. When she vacates kitchen, it becomes as late as eleven, while Mr Sharma busily watches news or movies and her son busy with playing games in his mobile phone.

The next day, being Sunday, she had plenty of chores to do. Sundays, for an Indian housewife/working woman are longer than usual days.Moreover she had no break from her work , but she enjoyed her work. Taking a relaxing breath in order to calm herself down, she returned to the patio, having completed that Saturday’s scheduled events. For a minute she lend her ear to her husband’s piercing tone of ordering for a flask of black tea to keep him revived till he gets his snoring sleep.

Published by rekhashivam

Reading and writing is my passion. Philosophy, gender, Fiction, Mystery,Education, Thriller,I prefer these genres. But I must admit I am not a prolific writer. Just that I want to express and feel myself. Honest comments are heartily welcome.

2 thoughts on “Mrs Sharma’s Saturday Nightmare

  1. Loved your post, Rekhashivam. A lot of women would relate to it. A homemaker is a superwoman. She might go unappreciated at times, but is indeed the Sun of the family. It is high time people stopped judging them.


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