Mom doesn’t like the concept of Indian women fasting on Karva Chauth for the long life of their husbands.
It’s not that she’s a feminist but after cooking and cleaning up after husband and two messy kids for thirty years, who isn’t?
It isn’t really cool for women to sit and starve at home while hubby dearest stuffs himself with samosas from the office canteen.
That’s what Mom tried to tell her more traditional friends while helping them shop for silver bracelets on the eve of Karva Chauth.
“Okay, I get it. You want to fast. Fine. But at least get him to fast with you. Tell him to prove his love for you.”
But to no avail.
The young mommies pretend to listen to Mom. And go back to their houses to watch ‘The Perfect Bride‘ on television, eager to dress up in their Karva Chauth finery and swoon in their husband’s arms.
Mom is irritated. Her FarmVille plot isn’t doing too well. A certain someone is not following her on Twitter. And the neighbourhood mommies have all ignored her request.
I ask Dad if he ever wanted his wife to fast on Karva Chauth.
Before he could reply, Mom piped up from the kitchen.
“If he says yes, there wouldn’t be any food on the table.”
Dad didn’t dare reply.