It was her last day at our home when I saw her bulging thyroid. She was a slender, old lady with a very thin layer of flesh under her wrinkled skin. She wore slippers and had a pathetic piece of cloth on. That day, when I saw her goiter, I actually noticed her presence. She took off her slippers by the main door, got to work- cleaning the house, washing the toilets. Then, she sat beside me by the heater as it was mid of December. I was studying and she started to irritate me by her strange mumbling. The most annoying thing was that I didn’t catch a single word she was saying neither did she get whatever I said. Then, she asked for a cup of tea which I managed to hear. I made faces and made her one. Then she said:”sukki chah thallay langdi nae ” (Mere tea doesn’t go down the throat.). I got annoyed but fetched her a piece or two of bread. She left afterwards. Mean while I saw her neck. Now that she was gone, I thought ,”I should have suggested her Iodised salt or something”. I was wondering whether she knew what iodine is or even what iodized salt is. I really felt sorry for her. But I know I ‘ll get over it. I always do.