The Nepali Worker

Aaaaaah .... Monsoon is finally coming to an end. The light rains signifying it's much anticipated death throes.
The estate owner being the avid horticulturist that he is, a myriad of flowers in various colors are starting to bloom.

They welcome me back every time I return from my Hindi lessons and I in turn pause to admire their exuberant colors and the perfect geometrical shapes adorning them.

The Professor who owns the estate has brought over a young Nepali to cut away all the weeds and unwanted vegetation. Quite a task if I might say so as these things grow ferociously - almost over night.

It was raining one day when I opened my cabin door and saw him (the Nepali) sitting on the path steps leading to my cabin. A laconic conversation in Hindi ensued:
Me: "Water?"
Him: "No."
Me: "Food?"
Him: "No."

The same thing happened the next day only this time he allowed me to serve him some water, cashews and two bananas.

He drank the water in one sip and then emitted a very deep animal like groan.
I don't know why he did it but I liked it.

This went on for a few days. No words exchanged, only consumable goods.

The other day he came over and timidly asked if I could give him some money.
I tried to inquire as to why he needs money but the only response I got was that a big bloke slapped him twice across the face the day before.
"I see..." I said. "How much do you need?" I asked. "5,000 rupees" he said.

I told him to forget it.

He stopped coming the next day.