KK posted: " This morning I read an depressing news. An 82 year-old man was sentenced by a sessions court to five years of rigorous imprisonment, as he was found guilty for subjecting inhuman cruelty to his 36-year-old daughter-in-law (DIL) 11 years ago by routin"
This morning I read an depressing news. An 82 year-old man was sentenced by a sessions court to five years of rigorous imprisonment, as he was found guilty for subjecting inhuman cruelty to his 36-year-old daughter-in-law (DIL) 11 years ago by routinely abusing and harassing her and threatening to kill her that abetted her suicide. She was a widow, and her 12-year-old son testified before the court that his grandfather always used to quarrel with his mother under drunken condition.
Looking to his ripe age, the court sentenced him to a moderate punishment, but I think he should have got a severe punishment for his rude and heinous behaviour, that too at that ripe age, with his DIL (in Hindi Dil means heart). It again goes to prove that in this age also, Ravanas are there, irrespective of age, status and place.
This reminds me of a family that resided in our neighbourhood, when I was a child. There were three brothers in the family. One was an office clerk and two others were school teacher and excise inspector. Their income varied obviously. But all of them used to hand over their pay-packets to their father, who used to manage food and basic needs like clothing etc for all the family members equally with no discrimination whatsoever. It was a happy joint family with common kitchen.
One thing I find common in the two stories is kitchen. In the first case, the quarrels started on food, milk and basic needs of DIL's 12-year-old child. A mother has to take care of her child in whatever situation she is. But objecting her for this, that too by the grandfather is unimaginable. What I perceived in the second case was that there was no dispute over anything including kitchen.
I find the common initial point of quarrel in a family in most of the cases is kitchen, though the reasons and situations may vary. This is my observation that may not be correct.
When I was a child, my mother used to worship the oven, before starting her cooking after taking bath. Kitchen used to be a pious and sacrosanct place then, where nobody could go with slippers or shoes on.
Remember, kitchen is the heart of home. It's a happy place, where memories are made and shared, and seasoned with love.
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