The one room that he called his “house” was
located in a suburb of Mumbai. It was this house, where he returned each evening
after serving tea to upmarket stores at Saki Naka. Being courteous came
naturally to him – he was tipped more, some days as high as Rs. 40! He would eat
a two-course meal when that happened. Today he didn’t. He got his uniform
washed. What would he wear as he walked up the stage to receive the special
honour of topping the state board exams!
The stench didn’t bother him anymore. Nothing
indeed smells like success!
