Clumsily dressed Chakki came to
Nair’s Hotel every morning.
Clumsily or shabbily attired
she did have sufficient funds in her hand
and was always welcome
to Nair’s hotel as an esteemed customer.
Each day
Chakki did have a lavish
delicious breakfast
and made ready payment.
What mattered was money,
money and money
and nothing else.
On a fine morning
she came as usual to Nair’s hotel
enjoyed a tasty, mouth-watering breakfast
and made her payment by
handing over an outdated lottery ticket
and extended a wide smile at Nair, the proprietor.
‘What is this?
‘Lottery ticket’……?
-A shaken Nair stared at her gritting his teeth.
‘Yes, your son gave it to me last night’ uttering these
words
Chakki smiled all the way to her hut
A shell-shocked Nair
unable to face the customers in front of him
hung his head in shame.
The customers in front of him
tried in vain to suppress a big laughter.
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