Rakesh, born and raised in a post-colonial third-world county, arrived in remote Chichicastenenga (Chichi to local Guatemalans) accompanied by spouse Rekha. Chichi’s historic Sunday-market was already buzzing. Suddenly, one strap of his leather-sandals broke off. But Rakesh continued walking.
Rekha (ashamed): Aren’t you going to buy a new pair?
Rakesh (smiling): Being a poor nation, must be a cobbler somewhere.
A merchant pointed towards nearby one who stitched it back. With a friendly-smile, he declined to accept any fee for such a “small-repair”.
Rekha (hunting handicrafts): No souvenir for you from here?
Rakesh: Just collected; this gentleman’s kindness and smile.
Rekha (ashamed): Aren’t you going to buy a new pair?
Rakesh (smiling): Being a poor nation, must be a cobbler somewhere.
A merchant pointed towards nearby one who stitched it back. With a friendly-smile, he declined to accept any fee for such a “small-repair”.
Rekha (hunting handicrafts): No souvenir for you from here?
Rakesh: Just collected; this gentleman’s kindness and smile.
