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When Velu fell ill Mini did not know what to do. How would they go shopping? How would they celebrate?

October 22, 2019 11:53 am | Updated 11:53 am IST

Illustration: Sreejith R.Kumar

Illustration: Sreejith R.Kumar

Mini opened her piggy bank. She wanted to know how much she had saved. She had saved all her pocket money, so that she could spend it for Deepavali.

“My savings for Deepavali,” she said, showing her money to Velu, her friend and neighbour.

“Lucky girl,” sighed Velu unhappily. “This time, I have no money, sweets or new dress. My mother borrowed money from the lady she works for.”

Mini’s heart melted and she said, “Don’t worry. I’ve got enough money for both of us. Here is Rs 3,500. We can buy dresses sweets and crackers.”

She was sure that her mother would not object as she too liked Velu.

“Thank you Mini. A green striped shirt — that is my dream,” he danced happily.

Shock

The next day, Mini went to pick up Velu. But was shocked to find his hut was locked. The old lady who sold flowers in the street informed her that Velu had suddenly fainted. His mother had admitted him in the hospital.

When Mini’s mother returned from work, they went to the hospital. The doctor said that malnutrition and weakness was the cause of Velu’s illness. He had been administered glucose drip and was fine now.

Velu’s mother said, “He is all right. But I have to pay Rs 3,000. I have no money to pay the hospital bill,” she trailed off.

Mini said, “Don’t worry, aunty, here is Rs 3,500. Please pay the hospital bill and get him nutritious drinks and fruits.”

On Deepavali eve, Mini’s mother returned late from work. She pulled out flower pots and other crackers and kept them on the table.

“Here is a pink frock for you Mini.”

“What about Velu?” she asked.

Like a magician, Mini’s mother produced a green striped shirt and a pair of trousers and gave them to an excited Velu . Then followed a small box of sweets. It was a colourful Deepavali for Mini and Velu. While lighting the flowerpot, Mini noticed the thin gold bangle on her mother’s hand was missing.

“Mom, what happened to your bangle?” she asked.

Her mother smiled.

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