The Curses Of Unemployment

It has been raining cats and dogs. Flashes of lightning followed by big roars of thunderbolt all indicate an imminent deluge. I keep all windows and doors of the house closed and in a state of tranquillity retrieve to bed unusually tonight. Repeated knocks at the door are heard. A stern voice of command echoes before mom could ask me to open, Certainly it is dad, who makes his entry after a month as usual. Now something like tempest is inevitable at home. The very purpose of his visit on first of every month is to extract the hard earned money from mom. How he became liquor-addict and why he absolves responsibility ...I am unable to find answers. I became restless and hide myself in a blanket. Mom hurriedly reaches the threshold and opens the door only to acknowledge his curses. Tradition and honour make her endurable and she assists him to get in. Lights are off in the visiting room and so dad looks unclear. As usually he is in drunken state.