Pratham is attending strangers wedding inspired by 3 idiots idea wearing his ‘wedding uniform’, it turnes out to be musical night. So instead of full feast,he's having Pav Bhaji,he was given two Pavs at once he has taken it but he was alone in his adventure and he remembers his one incidence while eating.

Back then, Pratham and his friend Shiv were serving food together. They were good friends when it came to cricket but not when it came to serving.

Pratham remembered an earlier moment with Shiv: distributing chocolates to children. Shiv had given a Kit-Kat to his younger brother and an Eclair to the maid’s child. Pratham thought Shiv lacked fairness, treating people unequally.

But tonight, they were working side by side, instructed to serve two pavs and one samosa per plate.

The event lasted for 45-50 minutes, with people coming steadily to collect their food. Pratham, taking advantage of a lull, popped a samosa into his mouth and offered one to Shiv. Shiv declined.

As the night wore on, the maid who cleaned dishes approached the serving line. Shiv glanced at her, excused himself, and went to the washroom.

Pratham didn’t think much of it and served her as instructed—two pavs and a samosa. But Shiv returned, took one look at her plate, and served her 5 extra Pav and 5 Samosa extra. Pratham a bit confused but then he gets back to serving.

The maid gave a shy smile and walked away.

Later, the two friends sat down for dinner, finally relaxing after the long shift. Pratham, still curious about Shiv’s actions, asked, “You seemed really hungry earlier. That’s why I offered you a samosa while we were serving.”

Shiv smiled. “I would have eaten it if I hadn’t met Naresh at ISKCON,while he's serving us ‘prasadam’.”

Pratham raised an eyebrow. “What did he tell you?”

Shiv replied, “When you’re serving food, you’re not supposed to think about your own appetite. You’re there to enjoy seeing others eat.”

Pratham nodded, intrigued. “Okay, I get that. But why did you fill that maid’s plate so much?”

Shiv leaned back and said, “Have you ever noticed how they come to take food?”

Pratham thought for a moment. “Yeah, they’re a bit hesitant, maybe even nervous”

Shiv continued, “Exactly. They feel like they don’t belong here. They think they’re out of place, and because of that, they won’t come back for seconds. They’ll settle for whatever they’re given, even if it’s not enough.

Pratham was quiet, processing Shiv’s words. He had never thought about it that way.

The two shifted the conversation to their usual topics—cricket and college life—but Pratham’s mind lingered on Shiv’s explanation.

He replayed the scene in his head: the maid’s hesitant steps, her quick glances at the crowd, the way everyone seemed to stare at her as if she didn’t belong.

She wouldn’t have come back,” he thought. “Shiv understood that before I did.”