Mrs Kapoor’s Change of Heart..!.

“I am a very secular person!” announced Mrs Kapoor one day to the girls at home, who were her paying guests, “I don’t care if you are Punjabi or Bihari or South Indian!” And then she heard the noise. It was the sound of the door opening in the empty flat just above hers. Mrs Kapoor ran up the stairs and found a worker sweeping the floor inside. “What’s happening?” she asked.

“The new owner told me to clean the flat,” said the worker sweeping dust onto Mrs Kapoor’s feet.

“Who is the new owner?” asked Mrs Kapoor and then grimaced as the worker mentioned a name.

“I don’t like that community?” said Mrs Kapoor as she went down and met the girls.

“I thought you just said you were a secular person!” said one of them.

Obviously Mrs Kapoor wasn’t, as she went from secretary to chairman to see the flat was not transferred to anyone from this particular community, but it seemed a bit late as the transaction had already happened the chairman told her.

After that, ever so often Mrs Kapoor heard the sound of the flat being opened and even a baby cry. A carpenter’s drill was heard and she gritted her teeth each time a nail was hammered, till her doorbell rang one day.

She opened the door and beheld the most incredibly pretty woman she had seen. “May I borrow a cup of milk, my baby is hungry!” said the lady.

“Of course!” said Mrs Kapoor, “Come in, what’s your name?”

The lady told her, her name, and Mrs Kapoor realized too late who it was. But hospitality was Mrs Kapoor’s virtue, and she boiled the milk, helped pour it into the feeding bottle and then as the baby was fed, they talked. It was plain girly talk, about shopping and life and babies and pictures and TV serials. “What time does your husband come home?” asked Mrs Kapoor as she poured the young mother her second cup of tea and her own third, “you should come over whenever you are bored!”

That evening the girls, her paying guests, met the new neighbour, “She’s just like us!” said Mrs Kapoor to the girls that night. “What a fool I was trying to prevent them from staying in the building!” It wasn’t long before Mrs Kapoor and the lady became close friends and it wasn’t too long either before the baby upstairs started being brought home by Mrs Kapoor, “This house has never heard a baby laugh or cry,” she exclaimed.

“No difference between the lovely sound of a Muslim baby, a Hindu baby or a Christian one!” whispered one of her paying guests, “They are all made by the same God..!”


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10 thoughts on “Mrs Kapoor’s Change of Heart..!.”

  1. Excellent , which ever community you belong, the colour of your Blood is Red. We fall to understand this truth, that’s the reason for all these divisions in the world today. Sad

  2. Refreshing bold , courageous and beautiful piece of writing today . I pray that this message will go to the hearts of all communities today . Including mine .

  3. Beautiful we are all created in the image of god which ever community religion we belong god’s love breaks all human barriers ???

  4. Yes, all human beings are the same, created by the same God. It’s the pre-conceived mindsets that drive a wedge among communities..

  5. Amazing article and hope this message goes like fire to all individuals living with a myth if indifferences.

  6. Beautiful message Bob! I pray that this message changes our hearts and we accept every person as our brother/sister.

  7. We are so conditioned to our prejudices that we view people only through the lens of labels that we attach onto them. Without these lenses and labels, we will discover that we are all human beings made in the image and likeness of God. Thank you for explaining this simple fact through your article today Bob.

  8. Thank you for the practical story,Bobby.Babies are the Apple of God’s eye. Jesus loves children for the frank forgiving and guileless nature they have, that He has. He said the kingdom of heaven is made of such

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