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Presented before you is a timeless story, penned by the renowned Munshi Premchand. The title is:
* Husband and Wife
Mr. Seth detested everything Indian, while his beautiful wife, Godavari, was irritated by everything foreign! But patience and humility are the adornments of Indian women. Godavari, with a thousand inner struggles, treated her husband's imported foreign items with respect, though her heart ached with a sense of helplessness. Standing on her balcony, watching the women of her homeland walk with pride in their khadi saris, a wave of sadness would wash over her. She felt a deep sense of injustice: "Is there a more unfortunate woman in the world than me? I can't even serve my fellow countrymen." In the evenings, when Mr. Seth urged her to attend some entertainment or outing, the sight of others in foreign attire would make her lower her head in shame. Reading the spirited accounts of women in letters would fill her eyes with excitement, allowing her to momentarily forget her constraints.
It was Holi, 8 PM. A procession of those who had sold their patriotism had stopped in front of Mr. Seth's house, and preparations for Holi celebrations were underway in the vast courtyard, using only foreign clothes. Godavari, standing at her window, watched this scene unfold, her heart heavy. There were those, so joyful, intoxicated with the spirit of freedom, celebrating with heads held high, and then there was she, like a caged bird, struggling. How could she break free? Her eyes scanned the room; everything was foreign. Not a single piece of Indian fabric. The very things that were being burned in the Holi celebrations were, in her heart, like pain and shame, kept in boxes. A wave of anger surged through her; she longed to gather these items and throw them into the bonfire, to burn away her pain and weakness. But fear of upsetting her husband held her back. Suddenly, Mr. Seth entered, saying, "Look at these fools! Burning clothes! Is this not madness, rebellion, and frenzy? Someone said it right: the Indians will never have sense!"
Godavari said, "You are also an Indian."
Seth, angered, said, "Yes, but I always regret being born in such an unfortunate country. I don't want anyone to call or consider me an Indian. At least, in my conduct, dress, customs, and actions, I have done nothing to bring disgrace to being an Indian. Why should we buy coarse cloth when we can get fine cloth at eight annas per yard? Everyone should have complete freedom in this regard. I don't understand why the government allowed these scoundrels to gather here. If I had the power, I would send them all to hell. Then we would know the price of flour and pulses."
Godavari, with a sharp tone of disapproval, retorted, "Don't you think of your fellow countrymen? Is there any other country besides India where people of a different race rule? Even small nations do not want to remain enslaved by another race. Is it not a shame for an Indian to treat his own brothers unfairly?"
Seth, raising his eyebrows, said, "I don't consider them my brothers."
Godavari replied, "After all, the salary the government gives you comes from their pockets."
Seth said, "I don't care where my salary comes from. The person who pays me is my master. What madness has seized these people? They say India is a spiritual nation. Does spirituality mean opposing God's will? Knowing that not even a leaf can move without God's will, is it possible that such a large nation, without God's will, would become subservient to the English? Why don't these fools understand that as long as God wills it, no Englishman will be able to harm a hair on their heads?"
Godavari said, "Then why do you work? If it is God's will, you will get your food without working. Why do you go to a doctor when you are sick? God only helps those who help themselves."
Seth said, "Of course, He does; but setting fire to your own home, burning household items, are actions God would never approve of."
Godavari asked, "So, the people here should just sit and do nothing?"
Seth replied, "No, they should cry. They should cry like children cry for their mother's milk."
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