So recently we were getting a new passport made for our newborn. As we were going through the forms at home, I realized, India doesn’t really recognize a mother. All things said and done, being a mother in India, gives you the status of just another, say, a tree, or a bird flying up there in the sky, or the concrete building in your neighbourhood – hello, getting the drift?
I meant, your status is that okay, you are there, be happy, but don’t come out in the forefront, coz you barely exist.
As we were checking all the paperwork and getting them sorted for the visit to the passport office (which, let me tell you, is now much much better than what it was earlier – getting any kind of paperwork in India is a pain in all the choices of places, as you all know.)
All the spaces were being signed by hubby, as he sat down signing his name and filling it out in capital letters. Poor guy – had to do that for so many papers.