i can't help to focus on sarbajaya, to feel her life. sarbajaya could carry it all on her own, she'a mother, a keeper of her son, her daughter, and her husband's cousin already so old, and sometimes the resentment crept in. why her, why another body to hold when her arms were already full?
she waits for a husband who comes and goes like the wind searching for work, while she stays, trying to keep everything from falling apart. the money comes and goes, and she can do nothing but watch their walls splinter, their roof lean lower, their home become more broken and more broken, an exhaustion with no name, but she cannot stop. what a heartbreaking exploration on life.
i can't help to focus on sarbajaya, to feel her life. sarbajaya could carry it all on her own, she'a mother, a keeper of her son, her daughter, and her husband's cousin already so old, and sometimes the resentment crept in. why her, why another body to hold when her arms were already full?
she waits for a husband who comes and goes like the wind searching for work, while she stays, trying to keep everything from falling apart. the money comes and goes, and she can do nothing but watch their walls splinter, their roof lean lower, their home become more broken and more broken, an exhaustion with no name, but she cannot stop. what a heartbreaking exploration on life.