Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any event and/or person living and/or dead is purely coincidental. We do not intend on offending any race, religion or community.
Finally, Vividha and Palak arrived home. They had stopped at the local store to buy some groceries and other materials of daily use. It was already dark when they returned.
”Now how many times have I told you to return before the sunset,” shouted their mother.
”Sorry Maa,” the girls said in unison.
Vividha quickly took off Palak’s muddy shoes and went to the stove to warm up the water.
”Now Palak,” she said, “be a good girl and go to the washroom. I am bringing the water.”
”Yes,” said Palak, “I am going to wash my hair with this new princess shampoo.”
”What,” their mother spoke angrily, “you are wasting my hard earned money on this stuff.”
”Calm down maa,” said Vividha, “the herbal shampoo you bought has a really bad scent. Palak doesn’t like it at all.”
”We don’t have enough money to afford all that she likes.”
”Palak,” said Vividha, “why are you still here? I asked you to go to the washroom.”
”You are hell bent on spoiling her.”
”Maa, please. Cant you let us live in peace!”
”Yes, why not. Till the time I am alive you can. And once I am gone you shall know how bitter life is.”
”Life is life maa. It is neither bitter nor sweet. Its our actions which make it so. Besides, I don’t think its that much of an issue here. We do have enough for all our needs. I guess the sunflowers in our garden will too be sold at a good price.”
”At least,” said her mother sitting down, “the gardening you do fetches us some money.”
Ragini was busy preparing dinner. Mr. Vikram was chopping the vegetables while she was preparing the curry.
”So how was your class today?” he asked.
”It was lovely,” she replied, “we coloured our pictures today. It was so much fun.”
”Ms. Manya is calling you,” a housemaid told Ragini.
Ragini quickly walked up to the entrance where Ms. Manya was taking off her shoes.
”Why haven’t you tended to my roses yet?” she yelled,” why haven’t you put the fertiliser into the soil? What are you waiting for?”
Ragini had completely forgotten about it. The day had been so busy that it had slipped from her mind completely.
She hastily went in to fetch the packet of fertiliser. She even picked up her torchlight as it was pretty dark and there were no functioning streetlights as well.
Walking slowly and carefully, flashing her torchlight on the ground, Ragini arrived where the roses were. She placed her torchlight against one of the stems as she sat down.
She then opened the packet with haste. The fertiliser was excellent. It was purely natural and made of banana peels, grounded coffee beans and seaweeds.
She could feel the mild rain pouring over her face. The cold winds swept past her. She used the spade to dig a little into the soil. Then she took the fertiliser and sprinkled it in. She then mixed it well using the spade and her hands. And then finally she covered it all up.
By the time she came back in, the housemaids were laying the table. She washed her hands and wiped her face as she too proceeded to join them.