And in the beginning, it was a good time, then the piffling jealousies slithered between us, and he scolded my wife in one of the volleys of rage as he could not repress it…
And my wife declared to me, I am here not as a domestic, but a legally wedded wife and should get respect. In the marriage, I demanded a huge dowry, and her father was adamant, I will not give a copper from my poke, if he starves I will provide that son of a --.
And he told these words aloud in front of the Chaudharys next door and the lady was all-fired laughing, and this I knew I did not carry her vegetable hamper while coming home..and I swallowed my anger like sugarcane juice and told her, very tasty and enlivening words, are they not, and my wife blushed…
And that night I was too spent with her and told her vehemently, I married without honour, now the fellow, meaning her father, will come to my home like a begga-. As I predicted two of his haberdashery were taken by the government since it was a road expansion, and I laughed from the depths of my heart, the fellow deserves…And I sent my mother in law rose bouquet and Kancheepuram saree with Bareilly zari embroidery.
Let her attire well, at least…
But to my dismay, my dad in law had great pull in high stations, and though he lost the shops in the cardinal area, he got two delicatessens on another developing square in city…
Still you see, his only daughter is with me and I thought to drill him a lesson. But to my consternation, that was the season my brother entered the household with a beaming head and a clean-shaven mug.
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