No Difference At All..!
“I am a very secular person!” announced Mrs Kapoor one day to the girls who lived in her house as paying guests, and then she heard the noise. It was a sound she’d never heard after shifting into the building; the sound of the door opening in the flat just above hers. No one stayed there. The flat belonged to the builder who had refused to sell it to anyone. Mrs Kapoor ran up the stairs and found the door open. A worker was sweeping the floor inside. “What’s happening?” she asked.
“Sahib asked me to clean the flat,” said the worker sweeping dust onto Mrs Kapoor’s feet.
“Who is sahib?” asked Mrs Kapoor visibly annoyed.
“Abdul Sahib!”
“Muslims?” said Mrs Kapoor as she went down and met the girls who were staying in her house as paying guests, “Why are we having Muslims in our building?”
“I thought you just said you were a secular person!” said Susan.
Obviously Mrs Kapoor wasn’t, as she tried everything in her power to see that the flat didn’t get into the hands of someone from the minority community, but it seemed a bit late as the flat had already been transferred and there was nothing she could do but look angry and sulk. Once in a while Mrs Kapoor heard the sound of the door of the flat opening and even heard a baby cry. A carpenter was heard and she had gritted her teeth with each nail hammered. Till one day the doorbell rang. She opened the door and beheld the most incredibly pretty woman she had seen. “May I borrow some milk, my baby is hungry!” said the lady.
“Of course!” said Mrs Kapoor, “Come in, what’s your name?”
“Nafisa!” said the woman and Mrs Kapoor realized too late who it was. But hospitality was Mrs Kapoor’s forte and she boiled the milk helped pour it into the feeding bottle and then as the baby was fed, they talked; the beautiful Nafisa and Mrs Kapoor.
It was plain girly talk, about shopping and life and babies and pictures and TV serials. “What time does your husband come home?” asked Mrs Kapoor as she poured Nafisa her second cup of tea and her own third, “I want to you to come to meet the girls who stay as my paying guests, you are just like them.”
That evening the girls met Nafisa, cuddled her baby and walked with her to the door when her husband’s car arrived.
“She’s just like us!” said Mrs Kapoor to the girls that night. “What a fool I was trying to prevent Nafisa from staying in the building!”
The girls smiled but didn’t say anything and it wasn’t long before Mrs Kapoor and Nafisa became close friends and it wasn’t too long either before the baby upstairs started being brought home by Mrs Kapoor, “This house has never heard a baby laugh or cry,” she exclaimed.
“No difference between the laugh of a Muslim baby, a Hindu baby or a Christian one!” whispered Susan, “They are all made by the same God..!”
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