There was a Tamil poet called Thiruvalluvar, who composed the Thirukkural. His wife was a pativrata, devoted to her husband. One day, she was drawing water from a well. At that time, Thiruvalluvar called her for some work. She told the pot of water to stay where it was until she returned because her husband was calling her. When she returned, it was in the position she had left it.
One South Indian lady shared this with another lady. The other lady told her, “I know about a mahapativrata lady, who earns the livelihood in her family to serve her husband. She does tailoring work. Once, her husband called her for some work. She got so annoyed that she shouted at him, ‘I am the only one earning for the family. Don’t you know?’ and threw the machine on him. Now, her useless husband cleans the loo, bathroom and kitchen at home wearing a helmet! Toh, this is Kaliyuga, right?