Happy Women’s Day, greeted my husband soon after I returned home in the evening.
Where have you been the whole day? he asked.
On my survey, I replied.
You appear quite exhausted, let me make a cup of coffee for you, he offered.
Thanks a ton, I really need it, I said.
By the way, what survey are you talking about?
A survey to find out how the less fortunate make ends meet in these times of inflation, I said.
How did you go about it? he sounded curious.
I just walked into a few ‘houses’ where the domestic help live, I said.
You must be crazy, he observed.
Well, I wanted to see for myself their life style, I said.
Ah, now I remember what I had suggested to celebrate woman’s Day, but never thought you would take me seriously, he said.
I thought your suggestion was not a bad one at all, so I went ahead with it, I said.
How many houses have you visited and what did you find out? He sounded interested.
Well, about half a dozen, including those of the two women who worked for us, I said.
What is your impression about the kind of life they lead? Do they live in poverty as we tend to think? he asked.
Not at all, on the other hand they appeared quite happy with what they had or possessed, I said.
That’s a surprise to me, he stated.
You will be really surprised if I tell you how their little abode is kept and how the clothes drying on the clothesline looked, or the utensils in the kitchen appeared, I said.
I am sure it was filthy and the clothes looked dirty, and the utensils greasy, he said.
Yes, what you say seems to be true about the houses these domestic help work in but certainly not so when it came to their own as they seem to practice double standards, was all that I could tell my husband.
n.meera raghavendra rao