Asha apa (Cousin) brought some jute and sat at the uthan (the Open common area between rooms). She held one end of the jute with her toes and started making something with her hand. I asked, "What are you doing?" She replied, "I am making ropes." I thought ropes could only be bought from the market. I didn't know someone could make them at home.
Her skills surprised me, but that didn't continue for long. My grandfather noticed it from his window and told her, "That isn't how to make ropes. Bring it to me." She gave him the jute, and he started making rope. I don't find the difference, but I understand he is very expert at making ropes.
One day, my uncle said, "My father doesn't like anyone's work." Whoever tried to do anything in front of him said, "No, that's not the way. And then he did it by himself." My grandfather was a perfectionist.
I think I have that gene. So, to make things better, whenever anyone does something, no matter how much I want it, I don't say anything to improve it, no matter how bad they do the job. I always tell myself that I can't do it all; I have to let others do some, and everyone has different ways of doing the same job.
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