Continued from here:
That day, too, the workless man stood on a side.
The girl asked, “What do you want?”
He said, “I want more work from you.”
“What work shall I give you?”
“If you agree, I will make a ribbon for your plait by knitting together colourful threads.”
“What would that do?”
“Nothing at all.”
A ribbon of many different colours was made. Ever since, it takes the girl a long time to tie her hair into a plait. Chores are left undone, time passes by.
On the other hand, with time, big gaps started appearing in the working people’s heaven. Tears and songs filled those gaps.
The heavenly elders became deeply concerned. A meeting was called. They said, “Such a thing has never happened in the history of this place.”
The heavenly messenger came and admitted his mistake. He said, “I have brought a wrong man to the wrong heaven.”
The wrong man was brought to the meeting. His coloured headgear and waistband were enough to tell everyone that a grave mistake had been committed.
The chairman said to him, “You will have to return to earth.”
He tucked his bag of colours and brushes to his waist and with a sigh of relief said, “Off I go then.”
The girl came and said, “I will go too.”
The elderly chairman became a little abstracted. This was the first time he had witnessed something that had no meaning at all.
(Short Story by Rabindranath Tagore, translated by Bhaswati Ghosh)