The bravehearts risked their own lives and those of the people they had rescued by responding to the calls of an elderly woman.
Their boat had room for one more person, and they decided to pick her up.
She was on the first floor of her house and had to be helped out through a window.
She made herself comfortable among the rescued, but the large bag she carried made others uncomfortable.
The boat turned, preparing to head for safety, but the new passenger wanted something more. Just to the left of the window she had come out of was her electricity meter. The rescuers as well as the rescued burst into laughter when she asked the boatman to smash it with his oar.
All of them were praying for a safe journey across the flood waters, and all that this passenger, who had probably crossed seventy, could think of was her power bill!
Unmindful of the laughter, the woman let loose a string of curses at power authorities who, according to her, had installed a faulty meter in her house. Surprisingly, no one on the boat asked her the most important question: Why was she alone in the house? Where was her family? Had she been deliberately left behind to die?
Had he been on the boat, Sheru would have wanted to know.
Anyway, the lady was taken to safety, and nobody knows what happened to her and her electric meter.
A woman in Sheru’s neighbourhood also lived alone. All her sons lived at different places along with their wives. One day, Sheru inquired about her from his elder brother.
She was a tough one. She would follow her husband, who worked as a peon in a bank. One day, when the old man was carrying a bank document near Polo View, she came from behind and snatched the paper.
“Who has written you this love letter?” she screamed.
The old man was rescued by a group of college students.
Her modern bahus, however, did not tolerate her for long. One by one they left along with their husbands.
She would come and talk to Sheru’s brother very often.
She too wanted to smash her electric meter.