<p align="justify" class="title">I was in need of a person to help me with odd jobs. It would take less than an hour a day. Approaching a woman who had helped me in the past, I told her about my requirement. She promised to find me a trustworthy person.</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">True to her word, she sent a smart young girl. I thought she would suit me to a T. She told me that she cleaned classrooms in the mornings and evenings in a nearby school. "And in between?" I asked, my hopes rising. "I help my mother string flowers. She sells flowers to some regular customers." So that was that.</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">The next person to turn up said she was busy in the morning. In the afternoon and evening, she did a bit of tailoring. "Otherwise, how can we make ends meet?" she asked, offering me her services.</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">The person whose services I had enlisted to find me a help did not seem to have given the job seekers the correct profile. There were people desperately looking for jobs but they seemed to elude me. I felt despondent. So, my search came to a halt. Someday, someone will want just this kind of work. Until then, I would wait with hope in my heart.</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">My spirits lifted when I met an elderly domestic help unexpectedly. She was of the old school - trustworthy, loyal, sincere and affectionate. A big smile split her face upon seeing me. My delight was no less. She asked me, "How are you, amma? It is ages since I saw you." She went on to enquire about the whole family. I did likewise. Then I broached my request, hoping she would help me out. "Age has caught up with me. I work at a house for an hour in the mornings and go home."</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">"What do you do in the afternoons?" I asked. "My work can be done anytime you are free." "I rest in the afternoon. About 3 pm, I start on my second job."</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">I was all agog. "What is the job?" "I make pakodas. Otherwise, I would have helped you." She too had become an entrepreneur!</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">"How is business?" I asked. "I started it just two weeks ago. Business is picking up and I am breaking even. In two or three months, I hope to make a profit." I couldn't help admiring her enterprising spirit. "I am sure your business will be a success," I assured. She deserved it.</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">"May your words come true," she replied. "Any time you want pakodas, give me a call," she offered and took out her mobile. We exchanged numbers and parted ways.</p>
<p align="justify" class="title">I was in need of a person to help me with odd jobs. It would take less than an hour a day. Approaching a woman who had helped me in the past, I told her about my requirement. She promised to find me a trustworthy person.</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">True to her word, she sent a smart young girl. I thought she would suit me to a T. She told me that she cleaned classrooms in the mornings and evenings in a nearby school. "And in between?" I asked, my hopes rising. "I help my mother string flowers. She sells flowers to some regular customers." So that was that.</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">The next person to turn up said she was busy in the morning. In the afternoon and evening, she did a bit of tailoring. "Otherwise, how can we make ends meet?" she asked, offering me her services.</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">The person whose services I had enlisted to find me a help did not seem to have given the job seekers the correct profile. There were people desperately looking for jobs but they seemed to elude me. I felt despondent. So, my search came to a halt. Someday, someone will want just this kind of work. Until then, I would wait with hope in my heart.</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">My spirits lifted when I met an elderly domestic help unexpectedly. She was of the old school - trustworthy, loyal, sincere and affectionate. A big smile split her face upon seeing me. My delight was no less. She asked me, "How are you, amma? It is ages since I saw you." She went on to enquire about the whole family. I did likewise. Then I broached my request, hoping she would help me out. "Age has caught up with me. I work at a house for an hour in the mornings and go home."</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">"What do you do in the afternoons?" I asked. "My work can be done anytime you are free." "I rest in the afternoon. About 3 pm, I start on my second job."</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">I was all agog. "What is the job?" "I make pakodas. Otherwise, I would have helped you." She too had become an entrepreneur!</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">"How is business?" I asked. "I started it just two weeks ago. Business is picking up and I am breaking even. In two or three months, I hope to make a profit." I couldn't help admiring her enterprising spirit. "I am sure your business will be a success," I assured. She deserved it.</p>.<p align="justify" class="bodytext">"May your words come true," she replied. "Any time you want pakodas, give me a call," she offered and took out her mobile. We exchanged numbers and parted ways.</p>