OK, that
title was just to get you interested. It’s nothing to do with that popular
series. Here’s some strange things that happened to me yesterday.
Fineapple Juice.
I slowed
down near this pineapple/mosambi juice stall at the side of the road while he
removed the red cloth from the manual juicer. Slowly I got down and when I was
sure none of them from my area are nearby ordered a glass of pineapple juice.
While he
started pressing it against the machine and turned the juicer handle, I
observed a tired looking poor guy nearby standing with his back against the
wall. I just felt sorry for that guy and thought why not order another glass
for him. By this time my drink arrived and I sipped it. It was great. He had
added more sugar to make it great but I was OK with it. All this while he kept looking
at me
I finished my drink and then approached this
poor guy and politely asked if he would like to have some juice of his choice.
He smiled
and asked which juice I would prefer if I was given that option. Not to sound
rude I replied that if I had to buy again I would buy mosambi one as I already
drank the pineapple one.
He shouted,
“Chotu, ek mosambi bana dena”
I was happy
coz he had obliged and just when I was about to pay they both saw each other
and exchanged smiles.
It was then
I realized that the “poor” guy was actually the owner of this stall and he was
so touched by the fact that I was buying juice for some stranger , he decided
to gift me a free one :)
This was
God rewarding me at 5G speed.
“Tender”
coconut
“How much
for one?”, I asked pointing to the tender coconut .
Mannu
showed 3 fingers and made sounds.
I realized he
was mute but did not change my expression to sympathy or otherwise and just
asked him to give one.
After
drinking I took out two twenty rupees note and offered him.
He said ,
in his sign language , that he has no change.
I checked
my purse again but could not find any . So just like that I signaled him to
keep that extra ten rupees.
He kept it
and just as I was about to leave he made sounds asking me to stop. Then he
picked out a smaller one and offered it. I was quite sure he picked it from the
Rs.10/- ones. I felt this was win-win. Drank it happily. To my surprise, it had
as much coconut water as the previous one. I thanked him and left. As I turned
my vehicle and went in front of his stall I gave him a glance of gratitude.
He smiled
and the board from where he had taken that smaller tender coconut read:
Rs.20/-
