Vote. Note.
His vote was in his village, a good 400 km away from the city he lived in. He wanted to vote and make it count. He wasn’t sure if his ‘masters’ would let him take the much needed three-days leave to head home, cast his vote (influence others in the family too to vote a particular candidate), and return. He chose to try his luck
“Saab! I need leave”
“Why re! Only last month you went home stating your father wasn’t well!”
“Saab! Elections are there and I want to vote. And not miss”.
“Oh! You want to collect the goodies the candidates give? What’s the going rate per vote?”
“No idea Saab! I am not interested in it also. You already pay me well”, he lied, even as he cringed within. The paltry money wasn’t enough, but he needed the job and the shelter to survive.
“Arre wah! So, who do you want to vote for?”
“Who else Saab? Our favourite leader!”
“Good! See, even an uneducated person like you has learnt the importance to vote for leadership! I’m impressed. You must promptly return after voting. No more free holidays for next month too!”
“Theek hai Saab. Aap bahut achhe ho (you’re a very good man)”.
The master beamed and handed him a ₹500 note, and he feigned reluctance while accepting it.
As he stepped away from His Master’s Villa, he breathed a huge sigh of relief. He knew who deserved his vote and he knew he didn’t need to reveal.
#inspired
#timytales
posted by Quintessential Critic (Sudhir Narayana) @ 2:14 PM
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