Christmas away from in-laws was pure happiness

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I hate spending Christmas with my in-laws. It is plain torture. A typical Christmas upcountry involves a feasting session. Problem is this feast is prepared by daughters-in-law under very circumstances meant to test their so-called humility and resilience.

Last year, I recall my husband's sisters were seated under a cozy shade as they watched the wives of their brothers (myself included) making chapati on the three-stone fire. It was a smoky and dizzying cooking episode that by the time I was done, I was so exhausted I had no energy to even eat the chapos.