I am a Punjabi girl, married into a jaat family. The few days of Jaat protests saw my family getting quiet and staring at me confusingly whenever I walked into the TV room, where the media highlighted the ‘not so good’ behaviour of jaats. Obviously there were other castes of people as well with them committing the crimes but Jaats had to face the brunt of all those actions as they were on the face of it. So my family dig deep in me, inquisitively, silently. They wanted to know on which side I was?…..
As some men are running around the house, picking up packed boxes to be moved, Kamya sits on a dining chair to witness what all is left behind…..
Many similar episodes happened wherein I nagged my husband to take me out for a movie, call my parents once in a month, spend at least an hour taking care of our daughter, invite my siblings over for dinner, wish my family members on the special occasions etc. etc. Thankfully, my husband is a willing learner so most of these complaints were promptly taken care of by him. However, it was the recent episode of my ‘nagging’ that brought to me the answer to this magical question, WHY HUSBANDS DON’T NAG?