She hated folding clothes. She hated washing them in the first place. Back home there was a maid to do all that. She had never touched anyone else’s clothing before. Marriage had transformed all that. Now she was expected to collect everyone’s soiled clothes in the morning from their rooms and put them in the washing machine. The maid would dry it and later in the evenings dump them on her bed. It was her duty to fold them all and leave neat bundles of everyone’s undergarments and towels and other clothes back in their rooms. She hated touching others clothes… the worst ordeal was folding the socks… She was expected to lay them flat, one over the other- toes aligned - and roll them up and tuck them into the opening of one so the pairs won’t be lost…the way Manni ( sister- in – law) had shown her…the way Manni had been doing it for years, till there was a younger Maatuponnu( DIL) at home to do it…
Today, in a fit of frustration, she just tied each of the pairs together… Well they won’t be separated…that’s what all these acrobatics were about…wasn’t it?
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