Piyusha Vir

Charity Begins at Home

Apr 3, 2018 | Blogging A2Z Challenge

Rhia bolted the door and looked around the house. Or rather, her home. Was it a home? When did it come to this? When did she become the unpaid maid? There seemed to be no other purpose to her existence other than cooking and cleaning. What was her role in this house?

Rhia shook her head, a plan forming in her mind. A home-maker Rhia went about her day as usual, taking a break only at lunch. Before she knew it, the day was over, her husband was back home and demanding tea.

He threw the tie on the sofa.

‘Why are you late, again?’

‘Chandan needed help. Rhia, it’s such an incredible feeling to help others.’ He tossed his shoes aside.

‘What’s for dinner?’ He added.

‘Nothing. I’ve not made it yet.’

Her husband looked around at the laundry basket overflowing with soiled clothes and the sink with dirty dishes. He hadn’t been served tea even.He glared at her curled up in front of the TV. ‘What the hell do you do sitting around the house all day. Can’t you even do this much?’

‘Did you know?’ she began calmly, ‘In 2010, the Supreme Court ruled that an unemployed wife’s income is one-third of her husband’s salary. Or you could start by helping around the house too.’

With that Rhia left the room, much to the bewilderment of her husband.

 

Piyusha Vir

Piyusha Vir

Piyusha Vir is a writer, artist, a CELTA-certified English Language trainer, and a Creative Writing Coach. About me

17 Comments

  1. shwetadave
    shwetadave on April 3, 2018 at 9:18 pm

    Well, quite a way to put the message across the table!

    Reply
  2. Alubhujiablog
    Alubhujiablog on April 3, 2018 at 9:33 pm

    That’s empowerment you know . It was lovely to read .

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  3. Rashmi
    Rashmi on April 3, 2018 at 10:06 pm

    Short and crisp with a wonderful message to be circulated around.

    Reply
  4. Shalzmojo
    Shalzmojo on April 3, 2018 at 10:14 pm

    I wonder if he paid heed and started to either help out or pay her 😉

    Reply
  6. Medha Nagur
    Medha Nagur on April 4, 2018 at 3:23 pm

    Haha! That was indeed a zipper for the husband! I am loving your stories. Will be back again soon for more.

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    • Wandering Soul
      Wandering Soul on April 4, 2018 at 3:28 pm

      Thank you so much! Yes, look forward to seeing you around again. 😊

      Reply
  7. Meha Sharma
    Meha Sharma on April 5, 2018 at 1:23 pm

    Serves him right! Great story with an empowering message.

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    • Wandering Soul
      Wandering Soul on April 5, 2018 at 1:36 pm

      I ma so so glad you felt it was empowering. This just made my day! Thanks a ton! 😍

      Reply
  8. msaraf
    msaraf on April 5, 2018 at 7:33 pm

    Love this! What a burn!

    Reply
  9. Akshata Ram
    Akshata Ram on April 8, 2018 at 9:11 pm

    Awesome glad she gave back, I don’t quite get this idiotic notion of men who come home and expect their wife to treat them like a royal king. I am not sure why I wasn’t following your series but I am going to watch out now, there is lots in common

    Reply
    • Wandering Soul
      Wandering Soul on April 8, 2018 at 9:34 pm

      Thank you! So glad you like and agree. I’m fed up of warding off suitors who want a working wife who can manage home. 😂

      Reply

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