The Hardworking Fingertips
fingertips were brown and wrinkled, like tiny raisins. “Amma, what happened to your fingers?” Meera whispered.Amma was making dosas for breakfast when Meera noticed something strange. Her
fingertips work very hard.” Meera looked at her own smooth fingertipslaughed. “From washing dishes, kanna. These. She pressed them to the cool steel plate, then to the warm dosa, feeling the crispy edge, the soft middle, and the tickle of rising steam.Amma
fingertipshesitated, then nodded. She pinched each clothespin with her, feeling the rough wood and the tight spring.Later, Amma asked, “Will you help me fold the clothes?” Meera
By evening, her fingertipsfingertips worked hard too,” she told Amma. tingled, just a little. She wiggled them proudly. “These