From being a crime reporter to being a wife, I don’t know
which one is a difficult role to play. When I talk about my professional work
experience and say I was a crime reporter once, there are people giving me a
second look. Seriously? Wasn’t it difficult? Oh so risky... Journalism? You
have to sacrifice so much for that. And so on.
But I wonder why doesn’t anybody say the same when I say I
am married. Out of journalism for more than 3 years now, yet I remember getting
back home with a smile. But marriage, the irritation of cooking for necessity
every night after a 10 hours of work schedule and 3 hours of driving, I don’t
remember getting back home with a smile. The demands and expectations from a
wife is way too much when compared to a crime reporter. You end up slogging the
entire day and when you are in need of a small help, you don’t find one hand to
help or a ear to listen. Thank god I am not a mother yet. Fear even the thought
of sacrificing a little more for another person.
Its not my story in isolation. Any married woman reading
this would relate. Why cant a woman think about herself first? Why cant a woman
become selfish? Why cant a woman live a life she wishes for, why?
