The crisp hundred rupee note sat in the inner purse of her hand bag. The coveted hundred rupee note. It was a sudden reward, a sudden prize for a job well done. It was precious as it wasn’t budgeted out already.
There were lots she could do with it. She could buy some necessary things she had been postponing for so long. Or she could buy up those fresh fruits her old parents always liked, but never bought, well..they costed a lot, Didn’t they?
The hundred rupee note sitting cosily in the confines of her bag didn’t know where it would go. If it had listened to her heart’s song, a heart’s little aspirations and dreams for extra hundred bucks…….
She continued to think hard, fiddling with her pen and pretending to be writing, but she was thinking hard….
Or i could keep the money and travel in auto for some days…buses can get real crowded, she thought… Or shall I buy some sweets for home?
She was extremely indecisive…a hundred options, a hundred that actually needed to be done, but just one extra hundred rupee note. Suddenly the money seemed less.
She smiled at that thought and continued in the effort to find a purpose for that 100 rupee note.
“Can I pamper myself and get some of those earrings I always liked?”, she suddenly thought, brushing aside the necessities waiting for an extra 100 rupees….
And so her plight remained, till she reached home and heard that the neighbor’s small child had fallen sick.
The little child, who was so playful….
And so She gave away that extra hundred rupee note…………………………….with a smile.
Seems the hundred rupee note had met its purpose.