People come and go though we don’t like it that way. Kalpana taai, my x-house help is among those important people.. She pampered me so much (but ofcourse worshipped my brother! irritatingly, the whole world’s partial to that fellow); provided hot food, superb massages, kept the house spic and span as if it were a museum.
So frail at 60, she had the energy of a youth. She would barely reach my shoulder, and i am short. But u cross her path, and u wudn’t be spared. The only earning member of her useless family, I was so inspired by her zeal.
She loved to adorn her hair with flowers and made rocking nimbu paani. She would rather work than sit for pooja! She wud rather work than sleep. She basically loved working! Which was so refreshing, especially for my mom! Perhaps the only bad habit she had was she wud chew tobacco. Taai was too up tight to care for my constant nagging against it. She wud act as if i was talking to the fan and give me a look which when translated, read, “this is the only thing i do wrong, so deal with it gurl!”
In my house she managed the materialistic abundance with élan against going back to her home where she had to walk a mile and stand in queue forever to fill 2 buckets of water.(god can be cruel at times!! grrrhh)
Unfortunately she doesn’t come home anymore. Where ever u are kalpana taai, i love u.
