How Ravi Learns the Real Value of Food and Waste

Ravi woke up with a sharp breath. He was sitting in his office chair. Morning light fell across his desk, soft and steady. Computers hummed. Colleagues spoke in low voices. A stack of papers waited in front of him, just like always.

He rubbed his temples. Am I dreaming. Then the memories came back. The briefcase on the street. The door that glowed. The broken place full of waste. The clean city of the future. The bright circle. The day that kept repeating. It all felt too clear to be a dream.

Ravi looked at the calendar. It was same date and same day. His chest felt tight. The day had returned. It was giving him one more chance. He stood up slowly. This time, he chose to pay attention.

He placed his coffee cup away from the edge of the table. He arranged his files before they piled up. He smiled and said good morning to his coworkers. He walked slower than usual. He noticed the light from the windows. The sound of footsteps. Each small action felt calm.

I can change this, he thought. The day moved on. The work ended because he predicted everything and corrected his mistakes. Evening light filled the room.

At dinner time, Ravi walked to the nearby mess. The smell of food made him hungry. The server looked at him and asked, “Handout anna?”

Ravi paused. His mind jumped back to the other day. The car. The wrapper. The careless throw. His hand tightened.

“No,” he said. “I will eat here.”

The server nodded and served him food. Ravi sat down. He took only what he needed. A little rice with some curry and some vegetables. Not too much. He ate slowly. He tasted the food. When he finished, there was almost nothing left. He carried his plate to the wash area.

As he turned around, he looked outside the mess. Across the road was a corporation garbage disposal place. Two garbage pickers were working there. They bent down and picked up waste thrown outside the bin. There were plastic covers, leftover food, and cups.

Ravi heard them talk.

“People just throw and go,” one said.

“Yes,” the other replied. “They don’t care where it lands.”

Their voices were tired. Their hands kept moving. Ravi stood there quietly. He felt a heavy thought settle inside him. This is what my small acts add to. He walked home slowly. That night, at home, he did the same things. He served himself less food. He ate. He put the waste in the bin. He washed his plate. No big effort, it was just care.

The next morning, his mother packed his breakfast. She mentioned, “I am telling you daily, don’t keep the breakfast and empty the box.” Ravi interepretted her, “Amma, I am my breakfast in home.” After eating, while getting up from table, his mother said, “You took less food today.”

Ravi smiled. “I took enough.”

She nodded.

Later that day, in the office, Ravi opted to serve himself instead of packed meals. His friends were sitting in the usual place and waiting for the server bring their order. They enquired him, he said, “if I serve myself, I will take how much I want and I will finish the plate. I will not waste and throw it.” They are smirk within the bench. Within days, his friends understood Ravi’s trick towards controlled eating and less food wastage.

After the food, he washed the plate and tumbler himself. Water splashed in a minimum, the plate became clean. It felt simple. It felt right. No one spoke about it. No rules and there no advice. Just watching and copying. The days passed.

The office started to look cleaner. The bin area was less messy. The garbage pickers finished their work faster. One of them looked at Ravi and smiled one day. That smile stayed with him. Ravi finally understood. The doors were not the lesson. The machines were not the lesson. The glowing lights were not the lesson. The lesson was food. 

Someone grows it. Someone cooks it. Someone serves it.  Wasting it was not small. It mattered. Waste needed care, not magic. Not future machines alone. Just people choosing to act better. Ravi still had long days. He still felt tired after work. But now, he paused before doing things. He asked himself two questions.

Do I need this?

Where will this go?

The world will not change in one day. But Ravi did, and sometimes, that is how change begins.

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