Stranger things.

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/-