When I got married to a jovial, pretty and down-to-earth girl, my mother was very disappointed. She was unhappy that my wife belonged to a middle-class family. Mother was jealous and possessive. She wanted us to take her along on our honeymoon! I somehow managed to keep her at bay.
My mother insisted my wife must adjust to her ways. My wife was a convent educated girl and yet my mother would lie to relatives and our neighbours that she belonged to an ordinary background and she had uncouth habits.
Whenever my wife returned home from work, my mother would insist that she should rush to the kitchen and make her tea and tiffin, despite the maid. And then make the beds for the family and cook dinner. All this without a break, after the nearly two-hour commute by bus! My wife is an excellent cook. Yet my mother always seemed to find fault with her cooking. My mother is a glib talker and she could fabricate lies with a very innocent face. She would often tell my father that my wife was at fault. My father was a short-tempered man and without even trying to find out the truth, he would often flare up at my wife.