Missing her

I am staring at my hand. Not searching for fine lines (wrinkles) as the advertisers make you think every middle aged lady does. But I am looking at the dried and parched palm and fingers. The result of mopping the floor with water mixed with soap powder. Shouldn't I be remembering my own words "Pushpa (or Savitha or Shantamma or whoever is the current domestic help) see the floor is not looking very clean. Add soap powder (phenyl) and  then mop. Why is the floor too wet?"

And I do not want to go to the kitchen because the sink  overflowing with dirty vessels will give me a threatening look. And I remember my grumbling with my maids about vessels not being cleanly washed.

The floor is dirty. Clothes are not washed. And in one sentence my life and house are in a mess. Why do we Indians never learn to take care of our own homes?

I have been repeatedly telling everyone and myself that I do not depend on maid servants for my house work. I don't think anyone is convinced.

 For the pittance we give to these people, they complete 50%of the work we are supposed to do in the entire day (cleaning out of cooking and cleaning). And when we meet our neighbors, our main topic of discussion will be how bad these domestic helps are.

So you can see how desperately I miss my domestic help.