Mr. Ratan ( Dharampur files )

When I had gone to Dharampur a man called Ratan worked for my aunt . I am going to write about him this time.


Hhhhmmmm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . quite a simple, nice man. Very hardworking. He lives in a village over three kilometers away. He is almost an all-rounder. I mean that he could do almost all things. He could whitewash, take care of the garden, grow vegetables and fruits, look after the cattle and the house etc. One day he was whitewashing the bathroom and I decided to help him a bit. I was very happy to hold the brush for the first time. I dipped the brush in the white paint and waved the brush in the air and PLOP,PLOP. ...
One drop of the paint landed on my hair and the other on my nose. I was not feeling so happy then. We whitewashed for sometime and then I stopped and went in another room to read a book. Ten minutes went by. Twenty minutes went by and then WHAM,BOOM,CRASH !! I rushed to the bathroom and saw a demoralizing sight. Ratan was painting the roof of the bathroom by using a ladder when the ladder slipped and Ratan fell on to the floor and the ladder fell on the toilet and smashed it to smitherines. He escaped with only minor injuries. In all that hullaballu my aunt arrived. She asked Ratan what had happened. She was very concerned and upset about the whole affair. After sometime my aunt commented " gira Ratan hai par sar dard mera ho raha hai. Well, next time when I go to Dharampur I will look forward to going to Ratan's village.