by Ben Huberman
Write a post about any topic you wish, but make sure it ends with “And all was right in the world.”
A relative had brought a gift of a sack full of corn flour. I knew I wouldn’t be able to use all that amount of flour.
My (late) husband R, and I, both loved Jawar ki Roti (bread made from cornflour). I always cooked Saag Gosht (spinach with mutton meat) with it. It was food straight from Heaven, and simply delicious.
I divided the flour into four equal parts, one for us, one for my elder brother Lala, and the two for friends.
We already had our mid-day meals, so I phoned Lala I was coming to bring him fresh cornflour.
There is just one road to University Town, and it remains congested at best of times. It was my ill-luck in what happened to us. A truck driver was in a hurry. Ahead of him was a bus. The driver squeezed past between the space. He damaged the left front door of my car. My lovely car was ruined in a moment. I had never thought something like this would ever happen to me.
I couldn’t stop the silent tears, which ran down my face, as I looked at my car. Thank God, we weren’t injured, and in a few days my car was again as good as new, and all was right in my world.