She went about her regular chores with unusual quietness. It was her birthday but the day held nothing special. Who would bother about birthdays of an insignificant person as she?
“Come back. We’ve some guests in the evening. I need your help.”, Memsahib addressed.
She nodded sombrely. Memsahib usually paid for these extra works, unlike many others. At least she could buy herself something for today.
It was late in the afternoon. With slow steps, Janani approached the house, got inside and gently closed the door ‘click’.
“Happy Birthday…”, resounded the shrieks of excited children. A lovely cake decorated with candles, baked my Memsahib awaited on the table, amidst some balloons and ribbons.
A smiling memsahib handed over a brand new jeans-top and a pair of Gucci shoes, similar to the ones that the family wore and which she’d secretly admired all along.
Janani stood dumbfounded. How had Memsahib known?
