Trans-Musings V On Maids and their Mistresses

The other day I was struck with horror when my son with the characteristically brutal candour of a child referred to his “Gitamashi”, the girl who has lived with and worked at my parents’ home for the past seventeen years, as a servant after all. I assured him that she was my sister and my mother who has a strangely tormented relationship with her Woman Friday of seventeen years reiterated her quasi-umbilical bonding with equal alacrity. The truth, however, is that it has taken Gita close to ...