The Glass filled with Milk was White until she dropped the mustard seed. Now there was a Black Dot in it.
A couple of years earlier he got active in the local church and was part of the team involved in projecting the Hymns & Prayers.
One evening he received a call from the unexpected. A request to share the Laptop for the evening celebrations at the church. He volunteered to drop by and hand it to her, with a request to return it as received.
He was there at the appointed hour, she nowhere in sight. Finally as he was to leave the premises, he met Drummer Boy. Explained it all, and handed it to him with a mention that it had to be placed in its compartment or handed back.
The next day was chaotic. The Laptop was missing. Finally he managed to get through to her. She was nonchalant. I left it there. She was reminded that it was to be placed either in the compartment or to him, whichever is easier. The day being a Sunday they needed it for the service, and all were wondering how he ventured to give it without permission.
She screamed, "Are you accusing me of theft." He never said that. He wanted her to know that being a responsible member of the church, he took liberty to hand it to her, without consent. She raised her pitch even higher, and screamed, "Wait till I tell this to my father. I will have him straighten you out." He was dumbfounded. Where did he ever say she stole it. He only said it was her responsibility to have it returned as received.
It’s another story that it was found at the church office. Nobody knows how it got there.
Yesterday, Thursday, he stood talking with others in the church compound and heard the high decibel pitch. Certain he had heard the tone earlier too. "Halleluiah, Halleluiah, Praise the Lord" she ranted. He turned around to see, it was her.
He knew within himself, there was a Black Dot in this gathering too.
