For parents, life revolves around children. For Indian parents, life revolves around the maid.
I wonder how our life would be without her. In fact, I would be hard pressed if I were to choose between my most profitable client and the maid. My wife would be at wit’s end if she were to choose between her husband and the maid. Honestly, I don’t see her picking me. But such is life.
The nanny of our daughter is a sweet, wonderful woman. I don’t think my mother would have loved and cared for my child as she does.
Sometimes she would be late, all bruised and battered. Of course, it was her husband. Sometimes she would have to spend nights at her brother’s, sometimes at ours. She would justify. It was due to his reduced sensibility or consciousness of drunken stupor.
‘The nanny has to go home sooner, so you cannot be late from work today’, warned my wife.
‘Why is that?’, I inquired meekly.
‘She has to pray for her husband’s long life, it is Karva Chauth, the ritual’