#Leftovers,for the cows
A lady was banging the door.
‘Who’s this? Just a minute, I am coming.’ A voice came from inside.
Another lady, to be precise, a sweeper was standing other side of the door.
‘What do you want?’
‘Can I have some food?’
‘Food? Are you ok with stale food? ‘
‘Yes I am ok with it. I just need to feed my 2 cows. They are our source of earning besides this sweeping job.’
‘Oh ok.In that case will bring some bread and stale food.’
The lady handed her a polythene bag full of eatables , for the cows.
This was now a regular routine for both of them. The lady was very much comfortable with such an adjustment as in her joint family, food was wasted to a large extent, everyday.
The other day:
‘Memsaab, I want another favor.’
‘Yes.’
‘If you can do it, please put food items in separate bags, else in the mixture of rice, chapati,vegetables,bread ;it gets difficult for me to feed the cows at times. Not everything can be served to them. I need to take care of spices and sour things no.’
Huh,as ifi am her servant.I am already favoring her by giving so much and now she wants this even. Thought she
But as she too wanted to get rid of the stale food items, she agreed, else it would have been thrown in dustbin
Now the things were put in different bags. The routine again continued for a few days.
It was her daughter’s birthday one day and she ordered more than the usual this time ,the party was grand. Lots of food was left ,but she was not worried at all neither tried to consume it to the best.
She knew the sweeper would come tomorrow and she would be freed for this tension of using the leftovers.
In the morning, she waited badly for sweeper to hand over the food itmes,in different bags.NO,her intention was not at all of charity, it was pure selfish.
The sweeper did not come. The lady was getting restless to put all the ‘trash’ out of her posh house.
The day ended and next morning came but still there was no one to collect it.
It was getting irritating for the lady to keep so much of food at her home so she decided to visit her slum area.
‘I am looking for a lady who has 2 cows. Where is her home?’
‘Two cows? No memsaab,nobody stays here .’
‘But she told me the same area.Ah yes, and she is a sweeper too.’
‘Oh that lady, yes that is her home but she has no cows.’
‘What? Really? But she told me she has.Why did she lie?’ She was full of anger
‘And memsaab, she passed away today.’
The lady went straight towards her home carrying the food bags, for the cows. There she saw a feeble soul on the bed and next to her were her 5 children crying and howling.
Nearby, she noticed her bags she gave to and the leftovers of the food that she had given her, for the cows.
The youngest of all of them was scratching the polythene bag , in want of some food !!
(c) Priyanka
A lady was banging the door.
‘Who’s this? Just a minute, I am coming.’ A voice came from inside.
Another lady, to be precise, a sweeper was standing other side of the door.
‘What do you want?’
‘Can I have some food?’
‘Food? Are you ok with stale food? ‘
‘Yes I am ok with it. I just need to feed my 2 cows. They are our source of earning besides this sweeping job.’
‘Oh ok.In that case will bring some bread and stale food.’
The lady handed her a polythene bag full of eatables , for the cows.
This was now a regular routine for both of them. The lady was very much comfortable with such an adjustment as in her joint family, food was wasted to a large extent, everyday.
The other day:
‘Memsaab, I want another favor.’
‘Yes.’
‘If you can do it, please put food items in separate bags, else in the mixture of rice, chapati,vegetables,bread ;it gets difficult for me to feed the cows at times. Not everything can be served to them. I need to take care of spices and sour things no.’
Huh,as ifi am her servant.I am already favoring her by giving so much and now she wants this even. Thought she
But as she too wanted to get rid of the stale food items, she agreed, else it would have been thrown in dustbin
Now the things were put in different bags. The routine again continued for a few days.
It was her daughter’s birthday one day and she ordered more than the usual this time ,the party was grand. Lots of food was left ,but she was not worried at all neither tried to consume it to the best.
She knew the sweeper would come tomorrow and she would be freed for this tension of using the leftovers.
In the morning, she waited badly for sweeper to hand over the food itmes,in different bags.NO,her intention was not at all of charity, it was pure selfish.
The sweeper did not come. The lady was getting restless to put all the ‘trash’ out of her posh house.
The day ended and next morning came but still there was no one to collect it.
It was getting irritating for the lady to keep so much of food at her home so she decided to visit her slum area.
‘I am looking for a lady who has 2 cows. Where is her home?’
‘Two cows? No memsaab,nobody stays here .’
‘But she told me the same area.Ah yes, and she is a sweeper too.’
‘Oh that lady, yes that is her home but she has no cows.’
‘What? Really? But she told me she has.Why did she lie?’ She was full of anger
‘And memsaab, she passed away today.’
The lady went straight towards her home carrying the food bags, for the cows. There she saw a feeble soul on the bed and next to her were her 5 children crying and howling.
Nearby, she noticed her bags she gave to and the leftovers of the food that she had given her, for the cows.
The youngest of all of them was scratching the polythene bag , in want of some food !!
(c) Priyanka
