Aami Page #2

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'Taking wings, the mind flew

And swung in the sky'

Who are you looking for'?

Where is drawing master'?

I don't think he'll come today"

India is getting Independence today!

Victory to Mother India!

Victory to Mother India!

Victory to Jawaharlal Nehru!

Victory to Mother India!

Victory to Mother India!

Freedom at midnight.

VM, is the radio working"?

- Yes.

In Calcutta and Punjab,

riots have broken out

Partition dampened the

spirit of Independence!

People are running frantically

In any vehicle they can get into

Both from and to the East and West.

Long years ago,

and now the time comes when

we shall redeem our pledge,

not wholly or in full measure,

but very substantially.

India will awake to life and freedom.

Close all the shops!

There is a riot in the other street!

There's rioting"

Close the shops immediately!

How come you are here?

Hey, come inside..

Why didn't you come to teach?

You are all wet..

Won't you catch fever'?

All our people in this street

are leaving for Pakistan

Any moment, the riots

can spread here..

We'll do one thing

Kamala, go home..

Go!

Today, I will leave for Dacca

I won't come back"

We won't meet again"

Be h3PPV~

That young man,

who offered me the sweet of first love,

I never saw him again"

Like a vague dream

I saw one night,

he left my life forever..

Madhavadas is from

Am bazheth, isn't it?

A rank holder from

Presidency College, Madras.

Now he is employed in Reserve Bank

What else do you need?

But he is 20 years

older than Aami!

She is only 15..

Do you know something?

you are getting married!

Now no need to go to

Ambazhath as a guest

You can very well stay there!

But he is old enough

to be her father!

So what?

Nalappat women are always married off

to intelligent and educated men!

It is not their age or

beauty that matters..

Is there not?

Anyone can love

anybody anytime"

So, shall I love you, Krishna?

I alone shall love my Krishna"

It is very late"

Kamala must be bored

waiting for you

Das, you may 9"

Don't go now..

Come in..

It will go on till morning"

You come..

Be cheerful, Aami.

Doctor said you'll be discharged

tomorrow or day after"

We had to spend a lot

of money, isn't it?

There'll be a lot of readers for

Madhavikkutty's autobiography.

'My story.

Don't you think so?

It should create one..

The rest is her problem!

'When a woman leaves her first man

And goes to another man's bed

It is not a joke or

something amoral

But it is a tragedy,

she is humiliated, and wounded'

I was always an orphan,

Spiritually and emotionally.

Though I loved my husband deeply

He couldn't love me

So far, I haven't yet met a man

who knows how to love..

Is VM Nair here?

- No.

Father has gone to Kozhikode

Uncle, please come in..

When did you come?

- Two days back.

Is Balamani here?

Yes..

- Call her..

What all nonsense

has Kamala written?

We at Nalappat and Amabazhath; can we

raise our heads before the public again?

She writes what she

is convinced about

There's no point in

anyone questioning it!

So,

Sankaran Uncle came here

and created a scene!

Ambazhath people are also upset.

That you wrote what you

were convinced about.

Did father read it?

- Don't know..

What did you feel?

But, those who read

Madhavikkutty (Aami's pen name)

May not think the same way..

He knows me..

Aami.

Meet my friend, Purushottham

A well-known poet in Marathi"

A writer from Kerala told him

about your 'My Story'

From then on, he's dying

to listen to it..

After coffee, please translate

And read it out for him

Let him also enjoy our

'bedroom secrets'.

Ask him to first learn Malayalam

And then read it and enjoy..

She said, you first

learn Malayalam

That's Kamala Das.

I didn't say that to hurt you..

I just meant some fun.

Truth and lie - only because

you see with your own eyes!

But..

That there is one Madhavikkutty

who lives only in her dreams

And another who lives with me AI

The readers don't know that!

Then I am not writing anymore"

But I didn't interfere

in your writing"

Sit.

Come on, I am in a good mood..

I have to write, Dasetta"

careful.

Having grown up in Calcutta; you won't

find it difficult to live in Bombay

Still, when I go to office

You will be left alone

What will you do then?

- I will manage"

Now I've a small job

Soon, I'm getting a promotion

Where do I keep it, sir?

- Till then, we've to make do with this"

Keep it there.

Do you know how to cook?

Then, you have to learn

it by yourself"

And also how to behave

to the husband in bed..

Ram lal,

Buy something to eat.

Okay sir.

20 years' age difference is big

15 years and 35 years"

I may not be able to

get down to your age

you should understand my needs

And rise up to my needs..

Aami, you are like a kid..

You don't know many things.

She'll teach you things.

She is a prostitute

from the red street.

She's Padmini, from Kochi..

She'll leave after some time"

After spending hours with them,

They pay only 5 or 10 bucks..

But, sir gave me 50 rupees for this!

I've never felt lust"

With him, my lust had

somehow disappeared"

I yearned for him to

hold me in his embrace"

if only he had caressed my

face or touched my belly

I wouldn't have so severely

felt that sense of rejection..

How is she?

The usual difficulties of first deliveryfiifl

Look at him!

'To the leaves and the flowers

I have many many things to say'

'l desire within to relish

the smell of freshly upturned earth'

'And to get drenched..'

'Oh dear bird crooning from Ilanji tree

Oh, blue bird,'

'I feel your heart throbs

And the warmth in your bosom..'

'In the Neermathalam blossom

When time dropped like dew'

'The butter one relished by oneself

Like Neelambari'

Monu is one and half years old

I should.

But Dasettan is too busy with work

It is months since he left!

Let him come whenever

he feels like

I even sometimes

forget I'm married

That's a nice feeling"

You are impossible!

I like this"

Lot of time to read,

Every month, Iwrite

2 or 3 stories.

You and your stories!

I read one recently"

You write so candidly!

I felt so embarrassed!

Why don't you write nice stories

like the poems mother writes?

Stories with social messages?

- Yes.

My grand uncle, Narayana Menon..

Have you read his 'The Empire of Sex'?

The blood that runs in my veins

It is not my mother's but of grand uncle..

That's the problem..

Monu, don't cry.

Look at that.

I told you about him

My friend who stays with me..

Stop here..

Oh god! What all

things I've left here?

Scoundrel!

Shameless wretch!

I am shifting to another place

As you have come, I am out"

At that moment, I loathed all men

I understood all my dreams

about marriage were totally crumbling

Why couldn't I go back or leave Dasettan?

I began to withdraw more

and more into myself..

The glow of my face

began to fade"

Though I decided to commit

suicide several times

My husband didn't take

care of me at all

He began to look at me with hatred

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