And she wakes up before the alarm yet again. Settling some unkempt flicks falling over her, rushes towards the balcony to check if the raindrops have drenched the clothes hanging there. With letting herself get wet, she hurriedly folds those shirts, bedsheets in no time. She wipes her hands with her kurta and thinks its late today. The clock ticks 5 am.
While opening the packet filled with milk, she could very well plan her immediate next task. The milk could partially boil and she was in mid of her early morning cooking. Without paying any attention to her still little wet hair and clothes, settles her hair coming over her face. Packs tiffin, fills bottles and breakfast is almost done. Now, she smiles and wakes her little one with utmost love. The whistle of the cooker blows to indirectly convey its time. Gives bath to her child, wakes her husband with soft voice to hear what has she been doing that she could not prepare a good tea. Placing the tea cup half filled on the side table, Hari throws away the linen and walks off. This is one of the most usual days of Sarita, an Economics postgraduate who only received appreciation till she stepped into another chapter of her life. Her present identity is wife of Hari and a housewife (fullstop). With no delay, prepares another cup of tea. Drops her child to the bus stop without paying notice that her hair and clothes that got wet in the morning are dry by now. Irons the shirt of Hari and feeds him with the best breakfast she could prepare for the day. Sending her husband to office, picks up a glass of water and takes a deep breath. A drop of tear tickles down her cheek unknowingly. She is not just a housewife but a homemaker.
This is the morning for many women around us, a very normal morning for them. To start a day like Sarita is not easy. She is not a case of domestic violence but an individual who needs warmth and consideration.
Keep watching the space to unfold the story of Sarita...
