Out, cursed stain! out, I say!–One…two days to now ..two hundred days!
The Vim Bar* doesn’t do much to the,
turmeric stained sauce pan.
Why am I the only one to scrub?
Reducing my hand to sand paper.
’Tis your time to do’t.–
The kitchen sink is always full and
to hell with you all….
Who wants to be either fed or pampered?
What we need is a helping hand in the absence of a maid;
Whose services this pandemic has brought to an end!
Who would have thought the Kitchen sink,
would do an ‘akshaya patra*?’
Always having dishes in them even before you pat
your back to have cleared them this once!
Here’s the smell of vim still: all the moisturizing lotion
will not take away the stain of dishwasher from
The lines of the hand that hasn’t had a manicure for months!
Oh, oh, oh!
The girl in me had a life: where is she now?–
What, will I never be away from the kitchen?–No more
my family, no more…I have had enough slaving over the stove or
hanging over the sink.
As of now, you all are pitching in!
Lend your hand; look not so
pale.
I tell you yet again, our life as we know them is buried; it
cannot come out till the vaccine is found.
To kitchen, to kitchen! there’s clamour for food again:
come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What’s
needs to be done has to be done.–To kitchen, to kitchen, to Kitchen!
This was published way back in 2020 in the brilliant magazine Chrysanthemum Chronicles for Shakespeare Heroine resurrected.
This blog post is part of ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’
hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla
in collaboration with Bohemian Bibliophile.
1 comment
The way you’ve flipped Lady Macbeth’s guilt into the daily grind of kitchen chores is brilliant and that “Vim Bar” line made me laugh and wince all at once. You captured how the pandemic turned homes into pressure cookers, forcing so many to scrub and carry roles far beyond what one ever signed up for.