The phone rang. One ring, two, three and went to five. Well, it wasn’t the usual tring, tring… My caller tune is the famous Rafi song Diwana hua badal… Someone really was insistent. It was my friend of three decades: MVR.
“Dassera ki shubhkamnaye,” I heard him say. “I called you to say, thanks. I just finished had a banana from the half a dozen you had given. They were very sweet. And do you know I had a banana after nearly 15 years.”
I had shared some bananas from my farm and was happy to know that MVR had liked it. Someone telling you that he/she had liked the vegetable/ fruit which I had shared with them gives me immense joy. The joy of sharing is more valuable than earning couple of pennies from the market.
Ever since I brought home some eight dozens of bananas–that was a bunch–I have been giving it away to friends, acquaintances and even my office boys. It bring me happiness. First, because I was sharing the fruits of my labour. And second, because they are all organically grown. Unlike what you get from the malls or the negihbourhood bhajiwallah, good looking and colourful veggies but laden with pesticide and rarely nutritious.