After watching Divya Bharati’s documentary Kakkoos (about bare lives and manual scavenging in Chennai), I told my mother about the documentary. She responded instantly with some indignation in her voice that a week into her marriage, the toilet in her apartment in Naraina in Delhi got clogged from all the family and guests that had been visiting and her father in law asked her to unclog it because they didn’t want to pay anyone to do it. So she did with her bare hands. “I kept washing my hands for three days”, she said. When she told my father he said: what do you want me to do? Not go to work? The jyotish had pored over the horoscope to say it was a marriage made in heaven. 13 years and two children later, the marriage was over.