Half of the bed was piled up with the books and the other half was occupied by three people. A Bengali lady was cooking for the family. She entered the room and in no time space was created to make her sit on the bed. Mesmerizing smiles were seen on every face. Kids were questioning her like an interview and after every answer they looked at each other started giggling. She was served tea and offered some food which was one of the best she ever had. In no time she was a part of the family who loved being with others, sharing whatever they had and caring for no reason. The family bid goodbye and asked her to visit more.
As she stepped out and a distance was covered, her eyes were wet. She never welcomed anyone with elation. Never served others keeping herself hungry. Was it about the bigger house she owns and sleeps there alone. The aesthetic platter she had in every meal and ate alone. The next morning was the new life as she smiled seeing everyone. Sharing the food she made. Holding the kids of her maid in arms and kissing them. A messy room decluttered her life and brought her to bac.k to humanity
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