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Mrs. Gupta was in a particularly bad mood that night. She had never been an extremely grumpy woman but her exterior was not ideal for inspiring confidence of friendship. And she had a guttural voice that almost sounded like that of a man, especially when on the phone. All in all, it gave her a somewhat dominating personality.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"
The sound almost shook the whole restaurant, even the street walkers and bystanders had to take a moment of their busy lives to peek into the glass wall of the restaurant.
They saw a frail thin pale girl, maybe in her 20s standing near a table, gripping her own palms, her head slightly bent down, almost looked like she was bowing.
Near her was an enraged (to say the least) Mrs Gupta, who seemed to be reprimanding the poor girl about something. A close inspection revealed that the plate that Mrs Gupta had ordered took a tumble from the girl's hands right in front of the person expecting to eat it.
It was not such a big deal as even some of the bystanders pointed out. Even the manager had no qualms on the matter, a new plate could just as easily be prepared. Mrs Gupta seemed to be going out of her way to scold the clumsy waitress.
"It's one of those rich MADAMs" whispered a bystander outside to another. And many around, nodded in sync. Their judgement came from how they saw her, but no one understood.
Mrs Gupta had lost her husband to lung cancer about 6 years ago. The same year she also had to send her only son to study in America. The only thing guiding her through all this loneliness was the hope that one day her son will return back to her and she will not be alone anymore. But just a few hours before she entered the restaurant she had gotten a call from her son, informing her about a job offer from "GOOGLE". She knew exactly what this meant, but she also could not bear to be alone in that big house anymore and living in America was a dread to her. It was a conundrum, she wanted her boy to be happy, but she didn't want to be alone. "What should I do?" Is the thought that was going through her mind when the waitress choose the perfect timing to commit the blunder.
They say disturbing an animal when it's eating can be dangerous. Well, same can be...
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"
The sound almost shook the whole restaurant, even the street walkers and bystanders had to take a moment of their busy lives to peek into the glass wall of the restaurant.
They saw a frail thin pale girl, maybe in her 20s standing near a table, gripping her own palms, her head slightly bent down, almost looked like she was bowing.
Near her was an enraged (to say the least) Mrs Gupta, who seemed to be reprimanding the poor girl about something. A close inspection revealed that the plate that Mrs Gupta had ordered took a tumble from the girl's hands right in front of the person expecting to eat it.
It was not such a big deal as even some of the bystanders pointed out. Even the manager had no qualms on the matter, a new plate could just as easily be prepared. Mrs Gupta seemed to be going out of her way to scold the clumsy waitress.
"It's one of those rich MADAMs" whispered a bystander outside to another. And many around, nodded in sync. Their judgement came from how they saw her, but no one understood.
Mrs Gupta had lost her husband to lung cancer about 6 years ago. The same year she also had to send her only son to study in America. The only thing guiding her through all this loneliness was the hope that one day her son will return back to her and she will not be alone anymore. But just a few hours before she entered the restaurant she had gotten a call from her son, informing her about a job offer from "GOOGLE". She knew exactly what this meant, but she also could not bear to be alone in that big house anymore and living in America was a dread to her. It was a conundrum, she wanted her boy to be happy, but she didn't want to be alone. "What should I do?" Is the thought that was going through her mind when the waitress choose the perfect timing to commit the blunder.
They say disturbing an animal when it's eating can be dangerous. Well, same can be...
