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The tea trolley

June 8, 2008

It was an old wooden, glass tea trolley with faded plastic mats on it. It was kept in the corner of the dining room. Whenever guest would come to see her that trolley would be loaded with tea and all the delicacies. She would drag it delicately and serve the tea elegantly. The guests particularly women would examine all her moves with critical eyes.


After serving tea, she would sit on the corner of a sofa, with her eyes down and hair properly covered with duppatta. She would answer all the annoying, irritating and stupid queries with patience. The guests would leave in an hour or so; some with a look on faces that would tell that they would never come back; some faking their smiles and expressions admiring her from head to toe; some with a touch of sympathy in their eyes for her. None of them would ever come back after leaving just because she has a squint in her left eye.


She was becoming hopeless; the years were passing by and like the udder of an aging goat the stream of proposals dried up. She was not fit for the marriage market. She never was… with a little physical defect.


The tea trolley that had been silent witness of her misery was in the corner of the dining room. She looked at it… dragged it towards her then pushed it forward. A rueful smile appeared on her lips. She felt a stinging sensation in her eyes… burning with rage. She wanted to seek revenge… but from whom. She felt like a tart where she was being checked and rejected a number of times or an item for sale that had lost its value with time.  


She looked at the old trolley and felt as if it’s laughing on her plight… she grabbed her brother’s cricket bat and hit it with full force. The glass smashed into million pieces. She hit again and the structure of the trolley came crumbling down. She kept beating the broken pieces of wood and glass hysterically until her energy burnt out.  


4 Comments leave one →
  1. June 11, 2008 5:59 am

    I also dislike this ritual we still have in our societies – Its horrible – A very good ending – it shows a person who has learned to stand up on their own feet after being put through a lot of rubbish in life.

  2. Kashkin permalink
    June 11, 2008 4:17 pm


  3. June 12, 2008 6:36 am

    A very good up! It has made me sad.

  4. Ayesha permalink
    June 13, 2008 9:45 am

    Yes, saadil such practice is sad in our society… anyway, just tried to write about it.

    Thank you all for dropping in…

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