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|The Death of Servant Maid (standard:non fiction, 1490 words)|
|Author: Juggernaut||Added: Jul 28 2013||Views/Reads: 1384/920||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The death of servant maid brought lot of memories in the mind of Juggernaut.|
The Death of Servant Maid Subba Rao “When she died?” Juggernaut was saddened but not surprised to hear from Suseelamma, his mother that morning. The call to his mother was a routine one; he does once a week to inquire her well being since she was in frail health at 87 living in the company of generations of servant maids in their ancestral home. “Demudu died this morning; she came to work yesterday like any other morning for the last 70 years; early this morning Lakshmi came to tell me that her grandmother died during early hours of the morning. Apparently, she went to bed as usual and got up at midnight complaining difficulty breathing and asked for a sip of water, they gave her few teaspoons of glucose water, even before swallowing she apparently slumped and died quietly,” Suseelamma explained painstakingly. “I am so sorry to hear that Demudu passed away, I know she was in poor health for a long time, I know her for so long I feel like I know her as I know myself,” Juggernaut was really sad. “Well, she came to work for us well before your born and stayed with us, you know that she was like our family member and we all treated her like that.” “I suggested to you several times that she was too old to work and let her retire with full pay,” Juggernaut trying to remember the events of the past. “So many times, I told her that she doesn't have to work but she never listened; Lakshmi, her granddaughter now working for years for us and yet Demudu comes early morning to wash dishes and sweep the house, that's only two chores she did for the last several years and Lakshmi did the rest.” Demudu, her name virtually means god; for whatever reasons her parents named her god, Demudu was called so many times a day as if god was called upon for everything. “Demudu, would you please get coffee?” If asked in presence of strangers, they may think it was crazy to call god to get coffee, but everybody in the family and friends circle know her name and understood that the maid was called upon to get coffee not the real god. Demudu comes early morning to have coffee and breakfast, then does the chores then she takes a nap to get up to have lunch, she Click here to read the rest of this story (197 more lines)
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