I feel the music in the air, slow wind blowing, and the hair flowing every morning when it is 9 O’Clock. No, it is not love. This is the feeling I always get when my maid comes home every morning.
I am really happy that I have her to share my work. To clean up all the mess that the family has left behind. And I appreciate the fact that she finishes her house work and comes home to help us with our’s (at a cost, but it’s rigorous physical work) And who better than us ladies know how strenuous physical work can be. It is good to have that assistance as the days go smoothly.
Then there are some days when she will come and ask for ‘raje’ (holiday). I literally want to go to her feet and beg her not to take leave. But when the application is put, it means that it is already approved by her and we are just being notified. So just nod your head and try and reciprocate their feelings/reason for the leave. We then manage the house with hues and cries without their help.
After 10-15 days when she comes back and calls me Akkaaa, the word sounds so melodious I just can’t explain. And if anybody at home want to give her any extra work, it will not be permitted because if she leaves then who will help me. Also when she comes with some woes you should see me, I am all concerned as if my own family member has passed away or some problem in my own family.
All said and done we Indian ladies have to be grateful that we have assistance. In some years the scenario might change and we might have to do work by ourselves like the western countries.
