“I am traditional not only in dress but in everything, specially food. From now on you should wear what I wear, you should eat what I eat. My likes should be your likes. My desires should be your desires. My life should be your life. You should find happiness in keeping me happy.

You should wash my clothes, clean my sandals, cook my food, clean my room, help me in dressing and do every such thing.

I want you to spend more time in the things you do for me, and I want you to use your hands more. As a result no more washing machine, wash with your hands, no more microwave use fire to cook always, no more electric grinder use grinding stone.” She said.

I agreed as I had nothing to oppose. I was already determined.

“You should also be my mp3 player and television” she said.

“I did not understand what you said” I said.

“You should sing and dance to keep me entertained, spend your free time in learning to sing, dance and to cook new recipes. Now go and start cooking” she said.

I stayed there, I didn’t know how to cook, I was afraid to tell this to her.

“I know that you don’t know to cook, learn to cook from my mother’s maid, your mother. Observe how your mother cooks with love and dedication to her lady, my mother. You should cook for me with more love and dedication.” she said.

I walked towards the kitchen. Happily.