Ghachar Ghochar

by Vivek Shanbhag

‘Sir – one story, many sides.’

He receives all the domestic privileges accorded to the earning male of the family. The first sound in the morning indicating he’s awake, and tea is made. When it’s sensed that he’s finished bathing, the dosa pan goes on the stove. He can fling his clothes in the bathroom or in a corner of his bedroom or anywhere at all in the house, and they’ll materialize washed and ironed in his room. Sometimes, on the pretext of work, he spends the night in his room at the warehouse.

it is the words of women that deeply wound other women.

When you have no choice, you have no discontent either.

I began to fear that those unsaid words among us would soon fester and spread their stench.

The well-being of any household rests on selective acts of blindness and deafness.