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Hemant Divate
When I Check Email
When I check emailmy wife watches ‘Koi Apnaasaa’
my son plays Jigazo
Father watches ETV on the telly in the living room
Mother squints through the peephole in the door
to see who comes out of or goes into the lift
When I read the newspaper
my wife talks on the mobile
my son stares at the TV watching Cartoon Network
Father, his neck thrust into a bucket,
inhales steam
Mother, standing by the kitchen window,
awaits the maid
When I am not home
my son calls me up and asks,
“Dad, what are you doing? Do come home.”
My wife sends me an SMS: “I miss u.”
I get to know about the quarrel between Mother and Father
when I return home
and about the garrulous maid’s
having quit.
© Translation: 2011, Sarabjeet
WHEN I CHECK EMAIL
© 2005, Hemant Divate
From: Maharashtra Times
Publisher: Times of India, Mumbai
From: Maharashtra Times
Publisher: Times of India, Mumbai
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When I Check Email
When I check emailmy wife watches ‘Koi Apnaasaa’
my son plays Jigazo
Father watches ETV on the telly in the living room
Mother squints through the peephole in the door
to see who comes out of or goes into the lift
When I read the newspaper
my wife talks on the mobile
my son stares at the TV watching Cartoon Network
Father, his neck thrust into a bucket,
inhales steam
Mother, standing by the kitchen window,
awaits the maid
When I am not home
my son calls me up and asks,
“Dad, what are you doing? Do come home.”
My wife sends me an SMS: “I miss u.”
I get to know about the quarrel between Mother and Father
when I return home
and about the garrulous maid’s
having quit.
© 2011, Sarabjeet
From: Maharashtra Times
From: Maharashtra Times
When I Check Email
When I check emailmy wife watches ‘Koi Apnaasaa’
my son plays Jigazo
Father watches ETV on the telly in the living room
Mother squints through the peephole in the door
to see who comes out of or goes into the lift
When I read the newspaper
my wife talks on the mobile
my son stares at the TV watching Cartoon Network
Father, his neck thrust into a bucket,
inhales steam
Mother, standing by the kitchen window,
awaits the maid
When I am not home
my son calls me up and asks,
“Dad, what are you doing? Do come home.”
My wife sends me an SMS: “I miss u.”
I get to know about the quarrel between Mother and Father
when I return home
and about the garrulous maid’s
having quit.
© 2011, Sarabjeet
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