{"id":3938,"date":"2010-04-06T11:35:01","date_gmt":"2010-04-06T06:05:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.indiauncut.com\/?p=3665"},"modified":"2010-04-06T11:35:01","modified_gmt":"2010-04-06T06:05:01","slug":"a-swelling-in-her-brain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/indiauncut.com\/a-swelling-in-her-brain\/","title":{"rendered":"A Swelling in Her Brain"},"content":{"rendered":"
So the doorbell rings and it’s the cook. She walks into the kitchen and asks what I’d like today. I tell her, and then ask, ‘How’s your daughter?’ She hadn’t come yesterday because her daughter had a fall.<\/p>\n
‘She’s not conscious yet,’ she says. ‘She’s got a swelling in her brain.’<\/p>\n
‘What? She’s in hospital?’<\/p>\n
‘Yes, but the doctor says that if she isn’t conscious by this evening, she’ll have to be shifted to another hospital. Chicken or mutton?’<\/p>\n
Her tone is perfectly normal, like she’s telling me about her daughter’s school results or something. You’d never guess there was something wrong.<\/p>\n
And that’s the life. Another maid, her husband was a drunkard who beat her everyday. You’d never guess there was something wrong.<\/p>\n
We’re spoilt, and weak, the urban elite with household help. When life knocks us down we won’t have the fight in us. If someone close to me was unconscious with a swelling in her brain, I’d show it. <\/p>\n
‘Chicken or mutton?’<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So the doorbell rings and it’s the cook. She walks into the kitchen and asks what I’d like today. I tell her, and then ask, ‘How’s your daughter?’ She hadn’t come yesterday because her daughter had a fall.<\/p>\n
‘She’s not conscious yet,’ she says. ‘She’s got a swelling in her brain.’<\/p>\n
‘What? She’s in hospital?’<\/p>\n
‘Yes, but the doctor says that if she isn’t conscious by this evening, she’ll have to be shifted to another hospital. Chicken or mutton?’<\/p>\n
Her tone is perfectly normal, like she’s telling me about her daughter’s school results or something. You’d never guess there was something wrong.<\/p>\n
And that’s the life. Another maid, her husband was a drunkard who beat her everyday. You’d never guess there was something wrong.<\/p>\n
We’re spoilt, and weak, the urban elite with household help. When life knocks us down we won’t have the fight in us. If someone close to me was unconscious with a swelling in her brain, I’d show it. <\/p>\n
‘Chicken or mutton?’<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,23],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n