Instant connection with 'baa'
There’s an old lady who sells buttermilk outside a government hospital near my house. Every time I visit her stall, her eyes sparkle. Chirag H Thakkar meets a charming lady...sex and relationships Updated: Apr 01, 2009 18:36 IST
There’s an old lady who sells buttermilk outside a government hospital near my house. Every time I visit her stall, her eyes sparkle. I call her baa.
She, is old, sick, addicted to some native tobacco, has partial cataract, suffers from regular breathing problems and often faints.
Still so happy
She recently lost two of her sons. and now her family comprises her daughter, her young son and her old husband. Whenever I visit her stall, I touch her feet, drink a glass or two of buttermilk and spend at least an hour with her.
She tells me about her struggle days, how her sons died, the people who help her family, her
daily chores and more.
She repeats the same stories every time I am next to her. She has to earn because her husband is retired and their younger son is unemployed.
Many a times, she gives away buttermilk for free to many of the thirsty pedestrians. When I question this.. she calmly explains to me that a good deed can make your day. Baa believes that man is hungry for love, affection and not for money.
The last time I visited her, I asked about her favourite colour, so I could could gift her a sari of the same shade.
She humbly said that the desire to give her something is more than enough. I have realised, everyone simply needs love.. like this lady wants some of my time and I want the satisfaction of making her day. I think most of us want someone to be there who could listen to us. I am happy I met baa.
First Published: Apr 01, 2009 18:34 IST