Stay tuned to our new posts and updates! Click to join us on WhatsApp L&C-Whatsapp & Telegram telegram Channel
L&C-Silhouette Subscribe
The L&C-Silhouette Basket
L&C-Silhouette Basket
A hand-picked basket of cherries from the world of most talked about books and popular posts on creative literature, reviews and interviews, movies and music, critiques and retrospectives ...
to enjoy, ponder, wonder & relish!
Support LnC-Silhouette. Great reading for everyone, supported by readers. SUPPORT

The Red Towel

July 28, 2015 | By

A short piece about the gifts of generosity, the fourth one in the musing series by Dr. Bakaya where she yet again shows the benevolent spirit of love.

man lost his job

“My husband lost his job.”

“Go to sleep.”
“What on earth for?”
“You look so tired and sleepy, have not been sleeping properly for the past fortnight.”
“Oh, I hope you are not misled by my droopy eye. I suffer from a droopy eye syndrome, but none of you is bothered. I looked it up on the net, it needs to be treated.”
She came up to me, showing me her eyes, in which I found nothing wrong, except the sleep kinks afloat.
Just then the maid entered the room, her face intensely sad.
Kya kar rahey ho Didi?” She asked my daughter.
“Nothing”,  she said.” I am feeling sleepy”,  and covered herself with the bed cover, lost to the world.
Some mumbled words from under the bed cover which sounded to me like “bad parents” fell into my ears, but I shrugged it off as an example of Tinnitus and turned to Sunita, the maid.
“Why do you look so sad today?” I asked.
“My husband lost his job.”
“Yes, and Diwali is just round the corner. I have hardly any money, had intended buying new kurtas for myself and my sister and a couple of jeans for my brother.”
“Do not worry.” It was Lalit who had just come out of the washroom, resplendent in a red towel.
There was some stirring in the bed.
Iha was also sitting up in bed, and soon she was out of our room into her own only to come back in a couple of minutes with a heap of clothes.
“Here Sunita Didi. Take these.”
From the corner of my eyes I saw that the heap contained the kurtas and jeans that we had bought for her a couple of days back.
I swallowed the protest that came to my lips, looking at the intensely joyous expression on her face.
“But Didi, you bought them just a few days back,” Sunita said.
“So what, I will buy new ones,” she said beaming and hopped onto the bed.
“Why did you give YOUR clothes to her? We had already planned to get her new ones.” Lalit said, when Sunita had gone out of the room with the clothes.
“Well, she needed them more than me.”
I did not want to shrug off this remark as an example of Tinnitus.
I looked at hubby who was smiling away, proudly.
“You can smile later, Dad. First go and wear something decent. Imagine coming in front of Sunita Didi wearing a towel and that too a red one”.
She shot a reprimand in his direction, and he scurried out of the room, red with embarrassment.

Read more musings by Santosh Bakaya

Flurry About Egg Curry
Din About Chins
Of Teddy Bears, Calories and Clouds

Dr Santosh Bakaya is the author of three mystery novels for young adults, and a book of essays titled Flights From My Terrace, which was recently published as an e-book on Smashwords. Her poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi, Ballad Of Bapu has been published by Vitasta Publishers, Delhi, India in May 2015 and has been receiving rave reviews from everywhere. Although a Political theorist, with a doctorate in political theory, it is literature which has been her first love. She was awarded the Reuel international award for language and literature 2014 for her long poem Oh Hark!, which forms part of the Significant Anthology. Many of her poems have figured in the highly commended category in Destiny Poets, a UK based website and many are part of international anthologies. Right now, she is giving the final touches to her satirical novel, tentatively titled Sanakpur Shenanigans.
All Posts of Santosh Bakaya

Hope you enjoyed reading...

... we have a small favour to ask. More people are reading and supporting our creative, informative and analytical posts than ever before. And yes, we are firmly set on the path we chose when we started... our twin magazines Learning and Creativity and Silhouette Magazine (LnC-Silhouette) will be accessible to all, across the world.

We are editorially independent, not funded, supported or influenced by investors or agencies. We try to keep our content easily readable in an undisturbed interface, not swamped by advertisements and pop-ups. Our mission is to provide a platform you can call your own creative outlet and everyone from renowned authors and critics to budding bloggers, artists, teen writers and kids love to build their own space here and share with the world.

When readers like you contribute, big or small, it goes directly into funding our initiative. Your support helps us to keep striving towards making our content better. And yes, we need to build on this year after year. Support LnC-Silhouette with a little amount - and it only takes a minute. Thank you

Support LnC-Silhouette

Creative Writing

Got a poem, story, musing or painting you would like to share with the world? Send your creative writings and expressions to

Learning and Creativity publishes articles, stories, poems, reviews, and other literary works, artworks, photographs and other publishable material contributed by writers, artists and photographers as a friendly gesture. The opinions shared by the writers, artists and photographers are their personal opinion and does not reflect the opinion of Learning and Creativity- emagazine. Images used in the posts (not including those from Learning and Creativity's own photo archives) have been procured from the contributors themselves, public forums, social networking sites, publicity releases, free photo sites such as Pixabay, Pexels, Morguefile, etc and Wikimedia Creative Commons. Please inform us if any of the images used here are copyrighted, we will pull those images down.

3 thoughts on “The Red Towel

  • Leave a Reply

    Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

    Today’s Motivation

    <div class=at-above-post addthis_tool data-url=></div>Time is not just the calculation of transitory phases in years, but also the assessment of ACTIONS-the effort we make in life's works; FEELINGS-our state of emotional being and ACHIEVEMENTS-our realisations in life, of life, about life. 

<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings above via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings below via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons above via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons below via filter on get_the_excerpt --><div class=at-below-post addthis_tool data-url=></div><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt -->
    Time is not just the calculation of transitory phases in years, but also the assessment of ACTIONS-the effort we make in life's works; FEELINGS-our state of emotional being and ACHIEVEMENTS-our realisations in life, of life, about life.