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…“You
promised not to cry.”
“That
was a foolish promise, mother,” Tesa said as she cried. “How do you know you
are going to die?”
“I told
you it was going to rain the other time.” answered Jarin. “And it rained. Did
it not?”
“Just
keep quiet my child and I’ll tell you,” her mother said. “I am going to die.
That is certain and soon too. Someone will take you up and look after you.”
“Who is
it mother? who is going to look after me? I can’t have another mother. And no
one is going to be sweet like you,” Tesa went on and on.
Jarin
remained quiet. She listened to Tesa as she sobbed. She couldn’t speak much.
The little she said had made her weak and tired. She drew Tesa near her. Tesa
remained there close to her.
Tesa,
Tesa! “Jarin cried with her last effort.
Tesa
looked at her and saw her slowly falling down from her sitting position on to
the mat. Tesa jumped up and ran wild. She didn’t know what to do. She ran here
and there. She ran to a man leaning on a big shinning car. The man was richly
dressed and was speaking to a woman. Tesa held the man’s hand.
“Help
me! She cried. “My mother is dying.”
“Who is
your mother?” the man asked.
Tesa
pointed to her mother now lying on the mat.
“That
beggar? Your mother?” the man asked. “Get away from here. Take your dirty hand
from me.” He shook his dress as if Tesa had had put much dust on it.
The woman who was standing by the man also
said, “Go away, you are disturbing us.”
Tesa
ran to another woman. This time she had some hope of getting help. The woman
was in the nurse’s uniform. Tesa knew who a nurse was.
“Help
me! Help me! My mother,” She cried.
“What’s
wrong with your mother?” the nurse asked. “She is dying, Tesa answered pointing
to her mother. “How do you know she is dying?” the nurse asked.
“Many
of them pretend in order to get money. And what does it matter if a beggar
dies? What does she live for anyway? Call a taxi and take her to the hospital.”
The nurse having said that entered her car and drove away.
Tesa
still ran about. She ran into the stalls nearby. The first was empty. She went
to two women in the second one.
“Help
me!” she cried, “my mother is dying.” They knew Tesa and they knew her mother.
“We are
no doctors,” they answered. “Send for a doctor. You and your mother have always
been sleeping in our stall without permission. You have stolen many things a
number of times. If she dies, we’ll have less trouble. Beggars die everyday”
Tesa
could not answer them. She knew they had lied. She and her mother had never
stolen anything anywhere but she was too sad to answer them.
She
turned to go away and saw that the woman who had the first stall had come back.
“Help
me! Help me! My mother is dying,” Tesa said…to be continued on Tuesday.
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