THE TOASTER

It was going to be the first day of the office after she had shifted to the
new locality.The eternal question facing the ever running modern
human race which always got late in some way or the other,
faced her too.

 THE BREAKFAST! 

As she rummaged through the blessings of her old aunt, in the carton,
she encountered a number of things as old as the aunt herself.
She raised her hands in exasperation and bent on her knees to look for
something that would solve the problem at hand.

“Oh, it's a Toaster.”

She exclaimed and started observing the black thing closely.
She jolted it above her head, near her ear, to hear for any possible
noises.No noise? It seemed impossible. But having hardly any time to
lose in superficial investigation, it was time to put the only hope to test.
She plugged it in, put the bread inside and slid the button down. 

“Whoa!” 

The red light flashed! But then went out...as she released the button.
She tried again , yet again ....another time... but, the Toaster refused
to understand her situation.
Just then she noticed that the bread got done.
She understood this was the only way to handle it.
As she stood there, pressing the button with one hand and feeling
useless not being able to do anything else, the door-bell rang.
She released the button reluctantly and went to answer the door.
As she peeped through the ‘eye', she noticed the two girls from the
nearby refugee camp, standing side by side with a placard in hand.
They had been to the building several times. She always felt that
she resembled them in some way and liked to talk to them as they came
to ask for donations in kind and cash.
As she was to leave for office in the next thirty minutes,
she grabbed a 50 rupee note and held it out through the door .
That day, a small boy was accompanying the girls.
His smile mesmerized her and at the same time a sharp awareness
of loss struck her. She saw her pain get reflected in the boy's eyes.
As she was closing the door, the boy raised his hand a little and
showed her an old rusted spring as if sharing a secret with her.
She smiled back holding the door. He placed it in her hand. 

Once back in the kitchen, she resumed making toasts,
putting the spring on the table. 

Just then an idea struck her and she tried to clamp the button
with the old spring. 

It worked! She smiled to herself thinking,

“They are right..... Two negatives make a positive.”

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