Floting With Memory -8

I was on the yard looking to the clouds, and thinking about harvesting the corn. It was my school vacation for a month that I was assisting my parents in the field. For me, vacation was in other words work in the field. I used to work with my parents and siblings during my junior school, high school and Certificate level.
As I was from a family who rely on agriculture for all kinds of  expenditure, there was no choice for me to work in the farm. In the month of July, we used to have rice plantation in the field at the river basin which was three hours walk down the hill named Raksay. There was a farm house where my brothers lived for schooling. My dad used to go back and forth every month to look after the corps. It was not the easy job, but there was no choice for him too. We used to have three seasonal plantation such as rice, corn and wheat. My dad used to take the labours to work at the time of plantation and harvesting. It was not easy to find the labours on time. My dad used to go door to door to offer them the work. On the later days many people started going overseas to work, so it was really hard to find any labour to work on the field.
I was left home with my younger brothers after the cattle and the field. There were two buffalos, two oxen and fifteen goats. We have to cut grass for all the cattle, clear the dung and feed them timely. Besides all these cares, I have to milk them and perform other household chores. In the field, corn was ready to harvest, and I have no time to go and search for  any labours.
One day I was at the edge of the yard looking down the field, I saw a lady coming towards the house. As she arrived to the yard, I came to know that she was there to ask some corn for free. She was about thirty years old woman in traditional attire. Her hair was a kind of messy. Her appearance was gloomy with the lines of marginal cast such as Dalits. She stood in front of me and asked about the parents whereabout. She knew that young boys like me would not give her anything. I told her that my parents had gone to the farm and would not come for seven more days. She was little disappointed. I asked her if she wanted anything. She smiled with a little hope in her eyes, and said," I want some food for my kids." I asked," what food you are looking for?"
 'Corn', she said.
" That is good. I give you the corn. But they are still on the stalk in the field. If you help me in harvesting them, I will give you as much as you want." She looked little confused. I further clarified," look, how it works. If you go to door to door to ask corn it might take a whole day to fill your basket. And also you will be disrespected by some people. They will always ask you why you don't go to work when the god has given you two hands. But if you work today with me, we will pick the corn from the field together, and by the end of the day you will get the corn as much as you want."
She thought for a while and said, " yes I can do that.". Then I gave her food to eat. We picked up the basket and headed to the field. She was amazing worker. She picked up the corn with me the whole day. Helped me cutting the grass. By the evening, I asked her if she could stay for the night we could peel the husks of the corn overnight, she could  get as much as she wanted. She agreed. Then that night we peeled all the corn we harvested at the day. She told the stories she heard when she was small. Although she was poor, she was rich in the knowledge. She had a good sense of humour. That evening I gave her rice and buffalo ghee.
Next morning, I asked her to choose the corns as much as she wanted. She was happy all the time. As she was leaving with the full sack of good corns, my dad arrived from the farm. It was unexpected for me though. When he saw her carrying the full basket of corns, he asked me how did she get those corns in this morning. I told him that she worked with me in the field yesterday, and I gave her. First, he was perplexed with my words. But later when I explained how it worked he was so impressed with my smart work. I told him If we call someone to work, we have to pay cash. And also those people do not work responsively. She came home herself and worked really hard, and helped me to peel the corn that would probably took me four days.
After two days when mom came home from the farm, I told her the story, she said she was the agent of god sent to help me. I liked her idea. She was a religious women. She had every thing connection with God.