"Have you seen today's paper?" Nikita asked Sahana.
"Some discount sale?" Sahana asked eagerly. "I wanted to buy a good handbag. Is there something on?" she asked, stretching her hand for the paper.
Nikita shook her head. "No, I wasn't talking about that. Farmer suicides is on the rise," she said.
"Oh! How sad. Do you think for the purple dress I bought last evening, my maroon slippers will do?"
Nikita looked up and thought. "The red and gold?" Sahana nodded. "Hmmm... Maybe your plain gold will be better."
Sahana got up to examine her collection of footwear. She sat down and exclaimed, "Look I even have these purple slip ons!" They were in brand new condition. "When did I buy these!" she thought aloud in wonder, her heart beating fast at this find.
"Hmmm...?" Nikita asked absent mindedly. "It is pathetic!" she exclaimed. "I wonder if at this rate we will still be an agrarian economy!"
Sahana laughed. "We can become an industrial economy in that case. Anyway they are selling their lands to developers. Which reminds me! There is a property coming up in a village nearby. They are developing it like a resort. Would you like to invest?"
They discussed the rates. It looked very attractive. "But maintenance?"
"They have people. And the local populace, of course! Anyway they won't be farming anymore. So they will come for this," Sahana said easily and examined her shoes under the light. Just a bit of dusting and it was ready to go.
She put the dress against herself and preened. "How does this look?"
Nikita smiled. "Very nice. And it is as if the shoes were made from the same colour!"
"Yes..." Sahana smiled. She told Nikita the story of each of the buys and how much they cost.
"It's worth it," Nikita dutifully replied. The thought struck her - just her party wear for a day would add up to a substantial amount. Nikita looked at the paper and wondered if that amount could have helped one farmer face life with new hope.
How did one go about reaching out to them? Is it money they needed, or something else?
Pensive and uncertain, Nikita begged off the party. "Sleep it off," Sahana advised. "You will feel better when you wake up."
Sahana was right. Resting did help. But when Nikita saw the excess food that would go a waste at the end of it, her stomach churned.
"Some discount sale?" Sahana asked eagerly. "I wanted to buy a good handbag. Is there something on?" she asked, stretching her hand for the paper.
Nikita shook her head. "No, I wasn't talking about that. Farmer suicides is on the rise," she said.
"Oh! How sad. Do you think for the purple dress I bought last evening, my maroon slippers will do?"
Nikita looked up and thought. "The red and gold?" Sahana nodded. "Hmmm... Maybe your plain gold will be better."
Sahana got up to examine her collection of footwear. She sat down and exclaimed, "Look I even have these purple slip ons!" They were in brand new condition. "When did I buy these!" she thought aloud in wonder, her heart beating fast at this find.
"Hmmm...?" Nikita asked absent mindedly. "It is pathetic!" she exclaimed. "I wonder if at this rate we will still be an agrarian economy!"
Sahana laughed. "We can become an industrial economy in that case. Anyway they are selling their lands to developers. Which reminds me! There is a property coming up in a village nearby. They are developing it like a resort. Would you like to invest?"
They discussed the rates. It looked very attractive. "But maintenance?"
"They have people. And the local populace, of course! Anyway they won't be farming anymore. So they will come for this," Sahana said easily and examined her shoes under the light. Just a bit of dusting and it was ready to go.
She put the dress against herself and preened. "How does this look?"
Nikita smiled. "Very nice. And it is as if the shoes were made from the same colour!"
"Yes..." Sahana smiled. She told Nikita the story of each of the buys and how much they cost.
"It's worth it," Nikita dutifully replied. The thought struck her - just her party wear for a day would add up to a substantial amount. Nikita looked at the paper and wondered if that amount could have helped one farmer face life with new hope.
How did one go about reaching out to them? Is it money they needed, or something else?
Pensive and uncertain, Nikita begged off the party. "Sleep it off," Sahana advised. "You will feel better when you wake up."
Sahana was right. Resting did help. But when Nikita saw the excess food that would go a waste at the end of it, her stomach churned.
