Life, Eccentricities And Me

Do women really have acceptibility is a question to reckon with. The point of acceptibility is graver a concern when she reaches another household (by virtue of a wedlock) with a culture starkly different from hers. Most often than not, to avoid sounding misogynistic, her new folks claim to call her their daughter. This "too good to believe a deal" wears off soon when she understands her acceptibility is not remotely connected to the humane individual she is but because she seems to have adapted to the new culture! This means how well she can rustle up a meal that she has learnt for she needs to appease the new roommates who also happen to be her new family. And very soon she turns into a trophy daughter in law whom the new household can flaunt of. This also fulfils a sadistic pleasure when the mother in law can boast about her in the presence of her friends/family/relarives, basically all those who are either cursing or cribbing about their own daughter in law! In thi...

Few days back I had unknowingly hurt my right palm resulting in a lot of pain and discomfort. The moment the man of the house came to know of it he panicked, of course out of sheer concern and care. He immediately administred an instant first aid, that minimised the pain relatively. However the discomfort persisted. The night was quite painful and hence sleep deprived resulting in a freaking zombie the next morning. The man of the house yet again came to the rescue and advised complete rest for the day looking at my zombied demeanor, compromising on the first tea of the day and the breakfast. As another day passed in between, things seemed back to zero wherein I ended up doing all the usual household chores, my bruised palm taking a backseat in turn. Though the man of the house insisted me to keep a bandage on, I refused on the pretext that I need to get some essentials done. While doing so, I was reminded as to how our mothers face the same fate each day at home; they fall ill, th...