Published at Monday, April 15th, 2019 - 11:49:54 AM. Farm House. By Noreen Holloway.
He was quite strong but not used to such work, I could see. In the night, he slept in the open veranda in the south side of the house. Next day and the next, this routine followed. I did not give him his wages, but noted it in my accounts book. After a week, I asked: do you wish to continue or, you want to go? He said he wanted to stay. I told him he is entitled for one hundred and fifty rupees as wages and his food shall be free. He did not say anything.
When my wife came out from the temple, we were silently facing each other.Who is he? I dont know. He has not eaten food, since long, he says. She took out a rupee note and was about to give it to him, when I intervened. Come boy, I will give you work, I said.I ignored my wifes silent protest. We all came back to our house, not far from the town, in a picturesque village farm. I ordered my wife to give him enough food. Afterward, I took him around the farm house and directed him to cut out all the bush on one side where I intended to plant the big banana trees.
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