Pushpa was running around the house doing her regular jobs, sweeping, mopping the three storied building, dusting, cleaning the sanctified bronze idols of the family, some small cooking, running errands for some small things like vegetables, groceries, getting the clothes ironed, feeding the kids, leaving the kids at school and bringing them back, packing their bags. That's all, along with working in the school run by the landlord. She was the official employee of the school and just did a few small things for the house attached. "She does those small things just to help us, no no she is not the domestic help. These are just a few small things she does, noting official about it", the headmaster said.
She was slightly in a hurry that day, tried to sweep and mop slightly faster, she wanted to go back half an hour early. The phone rang and Pushpa overheard the landlady speak "She is somewhere on the top floor, I will tell her. Can't call her on phone." Pushpa came to her, "Was it for me madam? What happened?"
"Your son had called in the morning also, I forgot to tell you. Someone is ill". Pushpa's heart slipped a beat. Who must it be, what must have happened? she wondered. "Ok I need to rush back home....", she said and began to walk hurriedly. "Will you come back, there are still utensils to be cleaned. When will you come back?", said the lady of the house. "I'm not sure. If everything is fine, then I will come back. I can't say"
"If you go, how will the work get done. I don't know why you guys fall ill on Sunday"
Amu was walking back home after watching a film. She walked on looking at the new developments. Mera ghar mera ashiyana....said one, another one showed a huge menacing looking building, But where is the space for such a huge building, she wondered. Then came a hep looking building which was marked as a community space. I should go in sometime, I keep thinking the same thing but never dare to get in. I wonder what stops me, I some how feel I would feel alien in there, and she walked on as she came to the corner where she would always stop to have coconut water, she saw the vendor packing up and covering his lot of coconuts with a tarpaulin and tying them up. "It is Sunday, so going home early", he said as she walked past him and smiled at him and walked on. The streets are quite peaceful, Is it because it is a Sunday, she wondered. As she walked on enjoying the slight breeze, there came a guy on the bike Hi, babe, he said as he slowed the pace of his bike. "What the f*** do you want", she shouted as the guy sped off on the bike. She walked on, slightly increased her pace, but why should I walk fast, she thought and slowed down a little. Then came the crossing and she hurried to cross the road, and then a guy coming the opposite direction touched her ass, she turned back "B*****d, wait...." and she ran behind him as she disappeared into the traffic, the signal was green. She didn't pursue him further and continued ahead. My abuses were so misogynist, I shouldn't have used them....but if I find something non misogynist who would understand. What is the point of abusing, when no one understands it....