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But we all knew Rangamma was a good woman and a pious soul, and if Ratna merely read out the texts, well, her tongue would not pollute them, would it?
Heartbroken to hear it, his mother Narasamma passed away. Post-Office Suryanarayana is already a Gandhist. But this Gandhi, who is no doubt a very fine person, is meddling with the dharma sastras, the writ laws of the ancient sages, and I am not for it. Never has anything better been seen. And if we say, we shall not move a hair, we shall not move a hair. Goddess, Goddess, The Mother-in-law has wicked eyes, And betel-nuts will never become stone.
And every month I shall gather your yarn kantapura send it to the city. We shall have closed our eyes. Ratna would beat her clothes on the river- stones, beat them and wet them and squeeze them, and packing them up, she would hurry back from the river alone — all alone tex the fields and the lantana growth.
Then she too will go to work on the fields with her husband.
Oh, just three hundred for the moment, Maharaja. And the next day the White papers told us the Mahatma had taken a handful of salt after his ablu- tions, and he had brought it home, and then everybody went to the sea to prepare salt, and cartloads and cart- loads of it began to be brought back and distributed from house to house with music and clapping of hands.
He would come along before noon. And it shall be grand. But they gave him a pair of fetters again and kanthapjra solitary cell, and we never saw him again.
And there was a shuddered silence, like the silence of a jungle after the tiger has roared over the evening river, and then, like a jungle cry of crickets and frogs and hyenas and bison and jackals, we all. Nothing but weaving coarse hand-made cloth, net fit for a mop, and bellow- ing out bhajans and bhajans, and mixing with the pariahs.
Her smile did fulk seem to touch his heart with delicate satisfaction as it did before. Then Sankaru rushes, in and cries out, 4 Now, Ratna.
And there is in you the hunger of God, and may He protect you always. There, on the blue waters, they say, our carted cardamoms and coffee get into the ships the Red-men bring, and, so they say, they go across the seven oceans into the countries where our rulers live. We wept and we prayed, and we vowed and we fasted, and maybe the gods would hear our feeble voices.
You only grumble and weep. And the serpent that crossed the thighs of the Mahatma, a huge serpent too. The moon still shines and with it the winking light of the Skeffington Coffee Estate. All ceremonies and festivals are celebrated within the temple premises. When the Sahib heard of it he sent a new man, who looked just as tall and as city-bred as the maistri, and he gave them eight pills each, eight pills for two days, and said if they took them, well, the fevers would die away.
And the police- men would shake their fists at us and say, 4 Take care, take care. Bhatta was a fine fellow for all that. He will be here soon. Kanthapura is a traditional caste ridden Indian village which is away from all modern ways of living. We hastily pushed rice on to the leaves of the young and came back for the evening prayers. Never will my son bring dishonour to his family.
As soon as Satamma saw Bhatta, she rose up quickly and asked why he had deigned to honour them so, and what happy news brought him there and how his wife and children were; and Bhatta answered it all by saying how very busy he had been, what with the bad rains and the sick cattle, and the manuring work and the hoeing work and the weeding work, and to top it all, these bonds and bonds and bonds to sign 41 — really, if the very devils wanted to take his place, he would say, Take it!
Today it will be the pariahs, tomorrow it will be the Mohomcdans, and the day after the Europeans. When did Ken- chamma ever refuse our three, morsels of rice — or the Himavathy the ten handfuls of water?
He is our Gandhi. May the goddess bless us! And the Swami, who is he?
For free and superior-quality notes on English literature visit: Tell me, does a boar stand before a lion or a jaejeal before an elephant? They burnt her where she lay, and when the ashes were thrown into the river, Rangamma turns to Bhatta and says: And when the court was over he did not go like Barrister Sastri and Advocate Ramrao to the Bar Club to have whisky and soda and God knows what, but he went straight to the floor above the khadi shop, where the new Hindi teacher Surya Menon held classes, and when Sankar had time he divided the class into two and gave a lesson to the late-comers.
The tempo of Indian life must be infused into our English expression, even as the tempo of American or Irish life has gone into the making of theirs.