“Will you help me?” she raised her eyes from the newspaper. A woman was standing outside her gate.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“My husband is sick, I need some money for his medicine…” the woman lamented.
She went inside and picked up a fifty rupee note. She did not had much money herself but could squeeze out that bit. She gave the woman the money, the woman blessed her and then started to share her woe… her poverty, her selfish children… after a while she asked, “Do you have an old Sari?”
Well she always had some Saris she could give away to the people like this woman, who asked for an old dress. She picked up a sari and gave it to her.
“Do you have a packet?”
she packed the sari in a plastic carry bag and gave it to the woman.
The woman looked at her face, with deep penetrating eyes and then asked, “Are you alright? You dont look well… are you sick?”