Hello from Shandra. (Feb 2021)
This was meant to be a stand-alone story with the idea of dropping the character, Nishi. But Allan sr and Kim wanted to write a second story about her. This turned into a three-part series. Since they provided links back to this story here, we've decided to add links to their story too.
Story 247 Gaja and Nishi - Section One. Story 247 Gaja and Nishi - Section Two. Story 247 Gaja and Nishi - Section Three.
This was meant to be a stand-alone story with the idea of dropping the character, Nishi. But Allan sr and Kim wanted to write a second story about her. This turned into a three-part series. Since they provided links back to this story here, we've decided to add links to their story too.
Story 247 Gaja and Nishi - Section One. Story 247 Gaja and Nishi - Section Two. Story 247 Gaja and Nishi - Section Three.
Hi from Steve.
I think many of you have heard about this by now. Got into trouble with Sarvesh over it too, although, later he suggested we should put it in the Letters Books. So, over the last couple of weeks, I sat down and wrote it as close as I can remember.
Let’s get into the story: -
It was the night when all the staff joined us. That was a bit different. Of course, the dress code and our behaviour had to change too. I don’t think it would have gone over too well seeing some of us on the diving board in our all-together. Ha! Ha! But it was also interesting to meet and talk with people whom I had seen been going about their duties in this house, almost unseen and unheard.
Like Peter and Mike, I had been making a point of being polite to the house staff. When one of them brought something to the table during a meal, I always thanked them. When I met one of them moving around the house, I would always acknowledge them by saying ‘Hello’ or ‘Hi.’ I must admit it was a bit amusing at first how they were shocked, not knowing how to respond but soon some of them were returning my greeting with one of their own, even using my name. But still, it was always me who responded first. I suppose that was the training of the house protocol.
Now, for this afternoon/evening, as I said, things had changed. The staff had arrived back on the bus and soon were with us, dressed in casual rather than their uniforms. They went about their duties, of course, but even that was different than usual with some of us getting involved in the kitchen work.
I was there too, much to the amusement of three young maids. They thought I couldn’t cook Indian. Openly saying so too. Ha! Ha! I showed them. Did a pretty good curry, if I say so myself. With the three of them watching I began to show off a bit too. Lost a couple of bits over the side of the wok with one piece even landing on one girl’s shoe, much to the amusement of her two friends.