As the busting roaring market glitters its own way of expectations and desires the atmosphere is festive with light and color illuminating a pandal with Rakhis all around. Mili was in a hurry to finish the Saturday market. The protruding bag was already inflamed with groceries and fish.
She now heads towards a sweet shop.
"You wait here, I will return fast", was what rang as a bell for the husband Harry who was a bit lost in the busting crowd.
" Take this money, honey. You need to purchase". Said, Harry handing the much valuable cause of monetary exchange.
Soon she returned with a sweet packet covered with a paper fold. Harry made a good arrangement to place the packet with other items of delight.
As if the other items out of fear of getting diabetic want to keep a safer distance away from this sweet aromatic companion.
Driving with Mili in his back seat, Harry drove all the way towards home.
"I must tell you the facts about the recent interaction with the shop owner", said Milli.
Harry was in no mood to listen to Milli. He drove a little recklessly but not intending to let Milli know his intention of annoyance over her conversation with the store owner.
He hastened his move through the traffic on the road but casually asked Milli, " What happened?, Did you forget something or some other items need to be purchased".
"As I waited for the sweet packet, the shop owner asked me to deposit the cash at the counter. While I went to the cash counter and returned, I was handed a different sweet packet that might have less fresh contents. Which I fear may happen", narrated Milli.
" So, you think this so early now. I have the time now only to go back and find out the real facts visiting the shop. Later on I may not come back all the way from home. Let's go and check it out.", concluded Harry.
"Let's go home as it's late and I am feeling tired".
"Ok"
While driving Harry thought about the carelessness of Milli in not getting the correct sweet packet. "I have to open the sweet packet and find out the contents and then certify if it was fresh edible or not. Then I have to make a decision to curse the shop owner for giving me the wrong packet. The shopkeeper may deny his role and may throw the entire blame on me instead. Some hawkers do have this bad habit of passing on the wrong packet to customers without the knowledge of the purchaser. Imagining the ordinal of such an incident that happens daily in once life with such a wrong packet. Additional resources are involved and wasted to get the correct packet. "
Once Harry reached home the wrong packet became a constant reminder to give utmost priority leaving aside all other activities at home.
"Let me confirm whether destiny has driven this wrong packet delivered to me with a deliberate intention or by accidental luck. A test of time, tolerance over the contents, if it was acceptable, edible and not so difficult to be accepted by all the end users like me."
Finally Harry opened the sweet packet to find that it was really the fresh content and perfectly edible, accepted and all his walls of thought about the shopkeeper, hawkers and bad persons trading a wrong practice was brought to a standstill, as he discover it was not the wrong packet but the incorrect ways of handling self driven negativity and over thoughts that lingered that evening.
Perhaps the neighboring packets who too had wrong assumptions about this packet, now breathe a sigh of relief.