Story-part 5

After a restless night, it was a late morning, when the cook came to the room to wake up Babli, with a cup of tea, and then she also asked Babli for some money. 

"What happened to the money in the kitchen", Babli asked her a bit roughly., Yes, the petty cash that she kept in a bowl in the kitchen for daily cooking needs so the cook didn't have to trouble her for everything!

Babli was annoyed, but she took the key from under her pillow, and got out of the bed to open the cupboard, and feeling dizzy, due to the sudden exertion, and would've certainly fallen down, if she hadn't held on to me. I supported her, like always, saving her from falling, still her head banged on the side of the fourth poster. 

There was a bang, and a sound, a bit hollow. 

And that's when suddenly something from the past flashed in our collective minds together.  

And I could hear and almost see her father giving her the box, may be just a few years after her marriage.

 On his way to a pilgrimage, his last one, he had come to visit his daughter. Showing her the hidden safe, he had asked her to keep the money, and the gold,  for a rainy day!! 

The box! Yes, the box had a lot of money!

And all this time, I had it. I was so proud, as now was a rainy day, and the money, whatever she needed was right there, 

Right there in my fourth post.. 

The hollow post, that had the tijori, the safe. 

And we both smiled.