(AI translated version of तोेड़ दो बेड़ियां )

Komal Singh – My dear daughter! You have to understand your responsibility. No matter how much your son Ratan has grown up, in my eyes he is still a child. As far as daughter Ragini is concerned, she is a blooming flower. You don’t have to let it wither.Daughter! Follow my advice. Give up this hobby of writing novels and novels for a few days. Do whatever your in-laws tell you. What would be the point of writing a novel, anyway? Now not every lady can become Arundhati Roy and just write a book and sell it on the basis of name. In the current situation, my advice would be that you concentrate on household work.

It was as if Smita’s hopes had been struck by lightning after hearing such harsh words from her father Komal Singh on the phone. He thought that his father would heal his wounds but here the opposite happened.

Smita – Papa! What else have I been doing for the last twenty years? My life is being ruined by being trapped in the affairs of the household. No one helps at home. Ragini sits with a laptop all day long. It is not possible to lend a hand in the work of a mother who is tired of household chores. Ratan is busy searching for a job all day long and comes back tired in the evening and says, Mummy! Just have to wait for a few more days. Then you will see that my job will be such that people will keep watching. They don’t think of anything except exercise and office. He wakes up at 6 am in the morning and goes to the gym. Then come home from office late at night. Sometimes they even bring office work to home. Well, I am stuck like this. I have done a two-year writing skills course. What was the result? Just be engaged in managing the household like a bull at a crusher from morning till late night. Neither am I able to move forward nor am I able to do any creative work. Then take care of your relatives every day, they are different! Hearing such words from Smita, her father said.

Komal Singh – Daughter! Your mother Shashikala was such a dedicated housewife. She was busy with household chores from morning till midnight. You have to become like that. I believe you have talent. But after marriage, the son has to obey the husband, his house, the customs, relatives, etc. I do not want to hear a complaint from my son-in-law Vinayak tomorrow that you did not teach anything to your daughter.

Now Smita’s patience has broken. The anger suppressed in his mind burst out. She said this almost crying.

Smita – Papa! Amma had ruined her life by getting entangled in the mess of family life. You remember that she lost her life under the burden of this household work. How can I forget the day when she slipped while running around doing kitchen work and fractured her leg? I was a teenager then. She had engrossed herself so much in household chores that when she returned home after spending three months in the hospital, she forgot about her fracture and was careless in taking medicines, etc. What was the result? The bones could not join properly and due to the broken bone an irreparable wound was formed in the leg and the same wound took his life. I don’t want to be like this, Dad! One should not waste one’s life by getting trapped in the cycle of stove and mill.

Before this heated argument on the phone could get any further in the morning, Smita was interrupted by her husband Vinayak who called out to her. He was getting ready to go to the office and could not find his mobile phone. He said angrily.

Vinayak – Smita! Look, I can’t find my mobile phone. Have you seen it anywhere?

Smita – Now you can’t do even this much to give a ring to your mobile phone from Ratan’s mobile phone. You will immediately know where your mobile phone is. Smita, full of excitement, said this while somehow controlling herself.

Finally, Smita took Ratan’s mobile phone and rang Vinayak’s mobile phone. Then somewhere it came to light that Vinayak’s mobile phone was buried under the pillow of his bed. As soon as Vinayak received the call, he started preparing to go to the office.

Meanwhile, Smita kept the phone on hold and said to Vinayak – Listen! Just look in the kitchen. I have cooked chickpeas in the cooker. Count the whistles.

Vinayak: Now you see it. If I keep getting entangled in things, I will have to face a scolding from my boss if I reach the office late. And he started wearing shoes. 

Smita threw the phone in frustration and ran towards the kitchen. The chickpeas were completely soggy because they were soaked for longer than necessary. Somehow he prepared a tiffin and gave it to Vinayak. After this Vinayak quickly left the office.

Now it was Ratan’s turn. He came to Smita and said – Mummy! Mom, today I am going to give an interview at Cool Down Company. This is a cold drink manufacturing company. My friend RK’s maternal uncle is its general manager. This time, consider your selection as confirmed. 

Smita got some solace from the words spoken in his soft voice. She said in a somewhat melting voice – Son! This is a good thing. God bless you for getting this job. Son! Give the interview well and collect your file properly.

Ratan remembered something after hearing the word file. He said in a worried voice – Mama! My file is not ready. I can’t remember where I have kept the diploma for my Food and Catering course. You find him, please! Hearing this, Smita frowned again. She said angrily.

Smita – Now you also trouble me. Saheb does not find his mobile and his son keeps his diploma somewhere and forgets it. Don’t know what kind of habits you have formed. 

After a small heated argument between mother and son, it was Smita who found Ratan’s diploma certificate. He took her to the interview.

After this Smita’s attention went towards Ragini. She was sitting with her laptop and had headphones in her ears. He had no idea what noise there had been in the house since morning, why Smita was upset, whether the brother was in the house or had gone out. When Smita shook her by making two or three noises, she became conscious. said while staring with strange eyes

Ragini – What happened, Mom? 

to be continued…

(imaginary Story)