Life was a busy bee. Often people also forgot what roles they played or how well they played. Nilofer was one of them. In her mad dash to make the ends meet and to give her daughter a good life, she often forgot the selfish cocoon she resided in.
As Nilofer’s days ticked with workloads of paper work, meetings, and schedules, the maid had her own workload. Initially, it was difficult for her, trying to understand what her madam wanted the best and in this, she ended up making mistakes for which she got scolded badly. The kind-hearted maid, however, pushed the harsh words under the rug and continued to pursue her work. Eventually, she settled into a rhythm of her own work and knew what her employer exactly wanted.
For instance, during her early days, she expected that Amelia, Nilofer’s daughter would greet her, as she came back from school. But Shella often ended up, smiling, calmly looking at her as she rushed past the entrance door to her room, free from the burden of classes for the day. In her haste, she would also throw her shoes here and there and drop her bag the first moment she stepped into the house.
Gradually, however, Shella learned that this was the norm and embedded herself into the fabric of the habits in her new employer’s home. Despite the taunts, life moved on, continuing to sail into the mouth of forever.
One particular night, when Shella was bone tired and slept in the dingy space of her small quarter, she heard loud bangs at her door. Extremely worn with the work’s day and sleep unwilling to let go of Shella, the young girl struggled out of bed.
“Shella make me a cup of fresh tea, I have some files that I have to go through” instructed Nilofer, mindless of the hour of the night it was. Shella silently got out of her space and made her way into the kitchen, constantly fighting a battle against bone ache.
Once the tea was ready, Shella went to hand it to her madam who was deeply engrossed in her paperwork. Papers were spread on the entire table, and just as Shella passed the drink to Nilofer, it somehow slipped from her hands to ravenously stain the papers scattered on the furniture.
Shella was both sure and uncertain at the same time, maybe Nilofer was so busy in her work that she failed to get a proper grip of the mug. Whoever did it though, the blame was Shella’s, and a string of sorrys escaped from her mouth.
The documents were of great significance for Nilofer, and the liquid spilling all over the ink was something she could not afford. Immediately, she grabbed the maid tightly and shoved her away; pairing her maddening grip with multiple curses.
