For want of a nail, the shoe was lost,
For want of a shoe, the horse was lost.
For want of a horse, the rider was lost,
For want of a rider, the battle was lost,
For want of a battle, the kingdom was lost, And all for the want of a
horseshoe nail.
Sometimes a small mistake can have terrible results. Raju needs
money, but he has no house to sell, no bags of rice, no field of sheep. So
what can he sell?
The sun was hot on my face as I put my head out of the red bus
moving up the hilly road. I closed my eyes for a moment. The brightness of
the colours was hurting them - the rich green rice fields, the bright blue sky
and the black road with the heat coming off it in waves.
'Aandipatti,' shouted the bus driver, and I got up. My heart lifted
proudly as I touched the thick packet of notes I was carrying at my waist.
Thirty thousand rupees! A fortune for a farmworker like me.
I got off the bus and walked to the public toilet, trying not to breathe
in the bad smell. I swallowed several times, and hoped I wouldn't be sick
again. It was because of the strong medicines I was taking - no doubt about
that. It was nothing that a day's rest wouldn't put right.
I bought pink and green halwa from the sweet stall and some beautiful
jasmine flowers for my Valli. With the packets of halwa under my arm and
the sweet smell of the jasmine in my nose, I walked slowly back home.
At first I had not liked the idea, when that lying dog, Velu, suggested
For want of a nail, the shoe was lost,
For want of a shoe, the horse was lost.
For want of a horse, the rider was lost,
For want of a rider, the battle was lost,
For want of a battle, the kingdom was lost, And all for the want of a
horseshoe nail.
Sometimes a small mistake can have terrible results. Raju needs
money, but he has no house to sell, no bags of rice, no field of sheep. So
what can he sell?
The sun was hot on my face as I put my head out of the red bus
moving up the hilly road. I closed my eyes for a moment. The brightness of
the colours was hurting them - the rich green rice fields, the bright blue sky
and the black road with the heat coming off it in waves.
'Aandipatti,' shouted the bus driver, and I got up. My heart lifted
proudly as I touched the thick packet of notes I was carrying at my waist.
Thirty thousand rupees! A fortune for a farmworker like me.
I got off the bus and walked to the public toilet, trying not to breathe
in the bad smell. I swallowed several times, and hoped I wouldn't be sick
again. It was because of the strong medicines I was taking - no doubt about
that. It was nothing that a day's rest wouldn't put right.
I bought pink and green halwa from the sweet stall and some beautiful
jasmine flowers for my Valli. With the packets of halwa under my arm and
the sweet smell of the jasmine in my nose, I walked slowly back home.
At first I had not liked the idea, when that lying dog, Velu, suggested