It was another frustrating walk to the mill after an argument with my mother over why should it be always me (to do these chores). When I reached the mill, I found the shop empty. And as lick would have it, I forgot my phone and had no choice but to look around.
A glance at the mill made me wonder over how the old owner managed to run all those machines. Huge machines leads to huge current bills. There was a board displaying the charges for grinding each food item. I was left wondering how low these prices were compared to the amount he would need to spend on the expenses of the shop.
The (seemingly strict) old man suddenly appeared and took the food item for grinding. Before leaving, I asked him if he was able to meet his expenses with the meagre income he gets. He was surprised at the question and replied that it was definitely difficult to manage. He saved just enough to eat. I suggested he could increase the charges by at least a rupee or two.
I was shocked to see that man smiling. I had never seen him smile before. While I was leaving, he said kindly, “ Paathu po ma ” (Go carefully).
While walking back home, I realised that the old man was really happy to see somebody caring for him. These people are not recognised though they are a part of our daily lives. We get our work done through them and forget about them until we need them again, while they live their entire life waiting to be cared…
Pooja Pillai, Working professional
