The story of Salma

Salma was a little girl born into a very large family. Her father was a big business man, and he had built (from scratch, mind you) a large scale business with more than a hundred employees. While his team was busy implementing his plans, Salma’s father spent his time thinking of newer and better innovations.

Salma’s mother was a PhD graduate and maintained a fine balance between being a traditional Indian wife and expressing her own individuality as a progressive woman.

Close relatives were Salma’s maternal uncle, an IAS officer, her paternal aunt, a social activist and others with a wide range of experience – marketing, outsourcing, cost accounting, architecture, fishing, sericulture, fashion designing and also international agro product development

Now one fine day, little Salma fell sick.

Her father went deeper into research to make more money for her

Her mother consulted several people on how this issue should be best handled

Her maternal uncle contacted several bureaucrats to conduct research into Salma’s particular form of illness

Her paternal aunt wrote a book and had to visit several countries to raise awareness about sick girls.

Other relatives contributed in various ways…………….

Finally, one question arose…….. who would stay at home with little Salma?

The domestic help was finally given this task.

One year later, when Salma died, the family was furious

‘I gave her money’ said her dad

‘I gave her the best consultations’ said mum

‘My book has raised awareness about sick little girls’ said aunt

Other relatives had many other things to say.

‘ I didnt know what to do’ said the domestic help

This led to great conflict and bitterness all around..

Moral of this story………. Ten thousand books and 20,000 publications made not a whit of difference to that one child who died”


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