Sand

JUN 5, 2024

BY NR.BALOCH
They stepped forward, leaving their marks on the soft, moist sand while still holding hands.
Her pranks and jokes used to draw the husband in the early days of their marriage, but mother-in-law Nanda believed it was all nonsense, which is why the husband refused to even grin in front of the entire family before leaving for his bed. That wouldn’t have happened until Tilak’s mother-in-law began getting ready to wrap a pandan around her throne and lie down.
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She should have given it some thinking before entering his room and spending the entire day hanging around on the worn-out waiting floor.
One by one, every joke and excitement fell; occasionally, the food had too much salt; at night, the husband’s turn would report that the food had not been properly digested by the family; occasionally, he held the tea cup from the top and passed it around; finally, the tea cup was thrown away. leaving the room
If the in-laws’ invitation to you made you too sluggish to work on the first day of your pregnancy, your husband would learn about the events of the day at night.
The in-laws were not a couple; rather, they were a platoon, and in the event that the husband is not given assistance, the wife assumes the role of Juro for the entire village.
If heaven and hell are comparable to in-laws and Makkah, then maybe all will be alright.
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After all, the leaven of the marriage vanished with each day that went by. She was turning her husband into her own little flower girl. Somewhere along the line, she had lost herself. She had to put up with all of the effort, day and night. She kept the delusion going that she was a woman now.
Makkah is believed to stay as long as the parents are content, and after the brothers get married, their parents’ home becomes alien.
Even if she wanted to, a married woman could not serve her parents.
Her mother had never worried about this when she was younger, but now every time she helped her elderly mother-in-law, she felt weaker. He is terribly missing his mother.
She had to go to bed after eating and drinking since her mother-in-law was becoming unwell and feeble. She did everything possible to take care of her mother-in-law. Kids were also encouraged.
The mother-in-law lay in bed for a long while, wishing to see the faces of the Jopletons she had once been thrilled to gather in the early days of her new marriage. She exited this earth in the interim. He was dejected, as were his kids, who had served with zeal the last time.
The brothers and sisters-in-law were all seated at the table after a considerable amount of time.
I sensed from looking at my mother that she was not eating voluntarily, and I thought that asking in front of my sister-in-law would not be proper.
She asked softly, “Mom!” as she carefully climbed into her mother’s lap at night and began kissing her hands in her hands. Her mother also began to stroke her head. Are you alright?” He replied, “I’m fine, what happened to me, I just don’t eat much chili spice anymore.”
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“Aap Daliya Pakwaliya kijie,” she said, and her mother fell silent. Perhaps she already knew the answer. Nor did she turn around.
She spent a few days there before going back to her home. Glancing from door to door, she said goodbye. This time, she was returning with a heavy heart.
She would occasionally ask how her mother was doing because she could not visit her every day due to her husband’s job, the children’s school, and household responsibilities. Her mother’s condition was deteriorating daily.
The mother’s heart was the only thing that remained with her; if her home had been closer, she might have made ten rounds a day and occasionally prepared food, but sadly, there was a great deal of space between them.
She would frequently think, “I wish,” and yearn. She was going to take her mother home. She would give her everything. All of the brothers would spend the entire day at work when she was at home. They would arrive in their separate rooms late at night to tend to their mother. I used to tap on the door hinges to fall asleep.
During the day, my sister-in-law thought that providing food on time was a terrific service.
“Mom has fallen today, come see her and also explain why she goes to the washroom alone in the middle of the night, please call someone,” my brother received a call early in the morning.
How foolish this brother’s conversation was when everyone would shut the door and go to bed; even if he had made a noise, who would have heard? Thinking of this, she wept profusely and decided that now she would bring her weak mother with her.
“Have you gone crazy, what will the world say, we can’t feed the twice-time bread that I sent to my daughter’s house?” cried the older sister-in-law upon hearing her wish. Look, Bibi, stay inside your home. Come in, have a seat, inquire about the circumstances, perform a little service, and then return home. Don’t let your feet touch our property.
We have kids. What kind of person will we present to the public? When we marry our daughters the next day, how will we respond to their in-laws when they find out that we drove our mother-in-law out of the house? addressed to: “You haven’t been abandoning your mother to your son-in-law for very long. You must return a hundred times, but you must banish from your mind any notion of bringing your mother along.”
The brothers put a halt to the situation here in order to prevent the mood in the house from getting worse when they noticed what their wives were doing. She spent a day with her mother, cooked her mother two or four meals in the kitchen, and at night she would wash her legs. Pressed and rubbed with heated oil, their eyelids opened in the middle of the night with a faint groan, and they were once taken to the bathroom.
She returned to her home in the evening of the following day. She saw her husband’s face as soon as she arrived home. This time, she was in a rush and was unable to prepare anything. Her spouse took a seat as she was left without nourishment.
I felt so depressed and anxious at night when I lay in bed. How powerless a woman is—even if she wanted to, she couldn’t serve or maintain her parents. She did not know when she fell asleep, but she could bring them to her, this thought, the flow of her tears.
His brother had told him in the morning that his mother had died two days before. His mother suffered a severe head injury from falling into the wash basin in the restroom at night. She was bleeding so much that she lost her balance. He was dead in the bathroom when he returned to the room after not finding him there. She was horrified and let out screams and tears. Her deepest desire was to murder everyone in society, even her spouse.I hope! I hope she can do this and yell at this oblivious society that her mother’s death was a murder for which everyone in the society has responsibility. Living in their daughter’s home as elderly and frail parents is a sin. He sobbed terribly because he had been denied such a wonderful gift.
This is a truly tragic event. This is a historic occasion!
The depressing memories of his life were erased by a torrent of tears.
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