Ghachar Ghochar

by Vivek Shanbhag

It’s true what they say – it’s not we who control money, it’s the money that controls us. When there’s only a little, it behaves meekly; when it grows, it becomes brash and has its way with us. We spent helplessly on Malati’s wedding.

In my thinking, what came to the family was mine. In her mind, my family and I were separate entities.

A man in our society is supposed to fulfil his wife’s financial needs, true, but who knew he was expected to earn the money through his own toil?

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