Sanaya is so busy playing game on her mobile that a yummy wholesome breakfast cannot attract her attention. Sarita, the maid, is making her braids. Mishty, Sarita’s daughter is dusting but her eyes are glued to that plate. It looks yummy. A plate full of sandwich and veg roll. A glass full of juice. A bowl of soup. She hasn’t even tasted them in her life. She shrinks her nose at the mere thought of those tasteless chapattis she is going to have after work.
The bus has arrived and starts blaring. Sanaya takes few bites and takes a sip of juice while Sarita puts a stuffed tiffin box in her bag. Mishty finds herself drooling.
Sanaya runs to catch the bus, leaving those delicacies. Mishty is hopeful for the leftovers.
“Sarita, make aaloo parantha for sahib.” Memsahib says. She she collects the leftovers and dumps then into the bin!
"When you worry about your weight, dislike any food and want to discard it or even discard, please remember, someone, somewhere is starving and struggling to get a single meal. Food is pious. Respect it!"
Written for: Write Tribe Festival of words day 2
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