Our monotonous lives do have multiple moments of frustration, disappointment, anxiety, anger, and depression. But there are moments of happiness, hugs, loud laughs, satisfaction, and calmness too. These positive moments define our lives and make us what we are. Through My Diary Pages, let us share some of those low moments as well as the positive sides and experiences of life. Please share your experiences with us on sharediarypages@gmail.com and we would publish them as posts.
Even though my mother and mother-in law are both successful homemakers and I have immense respect for homemakers who are unsung superwomen, I still find the tag of a 'housewife' as my identity pretty insulting. Blame it to the spirit of feminism that arises from time to time to attack my poor husband or the fact that I had worked for five years at a stretch before marriage and had led a very independent life, I never thought that I could be labelled as a housewife. Alas! God had some different plans. Early this year, moving to the U.S. on a dependent spouse visa made me the quintessential housewife. I bawled, shouted, and argued with my dear husband whom I held responsible for my plight. As if my feminist rants were not enough to torture him, I decided to exhibit my limited culinary skills to feed him, making good use of all the free time I had. The Birthday Cake August came and I started planning for my husband's birthday. When we were in a long dist...
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