“Why are you idling? Get back to work, you miserable idiot”, he yelled.
The little man he was pointing at, Ramesh, was malnourished, his bones showing clear against his skin. He got up and started toward the thirteen storey building under construction where he worked as a laborer, but could only take a few steps before he fell down again.
I reached his side, and heard him mutter, “Water… someone give me some water, please.”
Picking up a mug from the nearby tank, I poured it into his cupped hands, watching him relish every drop before the rude supervisor knocked the mug out of my hand, and ordered both of us back to work. As I walked away, I turned back to see Ramesh looking at me, and mouthing the words, “Thank you, Sahib”.
I turned back, smiling. A shout broke my thoughts. When I turned back again, I saw Ramesh lying on the ground, blood around him. Those last drops of water had come a little too late.