The Cloud-Capped Star Page #4

Go home

Have you nothing to say?

What can I say?

I'm removed from it all

There's only work now

Neeta, you're whole again.

I want to be whole, too

I'll leave my job...

...go back to a life of struggle

I'm not completely lost to

a sense of...

I can't bang my head on the wall

for ever

Give her this medicine in the evening.

Keep an eye on her

She fainted

Are you feeling ill?

I can ask for you to have leave

No, it's useless

A poor Brahman in Mathura

Who had never known happiness

Once begged for a whole day

And returned without a grain

He sat beneath a tree, downcast

He sat beneath a tree and wept

then the sage Satyanarayana

Approached in the guise of a fakir

Let's have a look

Go away

God doesn't overwhelm you all at once.

In time you learn to bear up

The boss himself brought him home

My Montu still has a job

They'll pay good compensation, too.

More than 1,000 rupees, isn't it?.

On this auspicious day, you're happy

with your friends

It's Shankar, isn't it?

Your picture's in the papers.

Made it big in Bombay, have you?

You're the pride of Bengal, lad

Let 'em know that Bengal

has tigers, too

You get 500 per concert?

No, I don't accept less than 1,200

Your perfumed body, your forehead

marked with sandel-paste

Doe-eyed, with sweeping lashes

May your wisdom be for your people

And be happy with your lord

and friends

Lots of people talk about you

You must give me a necklace,

if it's a boy

Will you never live at home?

If this house is so bad, change it

Will we ever lose the fear of eviction?

Yet here people strike roots, build

a nest, forget their troubles

Tell him. I've always wanted

a two-storey house

Demolish this and build two storeys

The clay-walled room can stay

and be restored

My mind... can you restore that, too?

So that I can read Wordsworth again

and be fulfilled

Where's Khuki?

In that room. Goes to work, then

stays in there. Eats there, too

Talks to no one. Keeps everything

hidden

Feverish, ill... she doesn't tell

Even washes her own dishes

Hiding love letters even now?

I was just thinking...

...how each of you has found a niche

Now as in childhood...

...I have no responsibilities

What's the matter?

Khuki has TB. It's serious

My poor sister

I accuse!

Whom?

No one

I'll arrange treatment for her.

I'll stay here tonight

I've packed your things

You go away

They dream of two storeys

You've been successful

You've put them on their feet, dear

What would they be without you?

They pity you today

You weren't up to carrying the burden,

but you had to

You're the burden yourself now

There's poison in your breath

This room is for the newborn

Go away, dear

Come to me, my daughter Uma

Let me garland you with flowers

You are the soul of my sad self,

mother deliverer

Let me bid you farewell now,

my daughter

You leave my home desolate,

going to your husband's house

How can I endure your departure,

my daughter?

Where are you going?

I've made the arrangements.

A sanatorium in Shillong

And then...

You'll see the hills at last

Does she like the hills?

"Cloud-capped star"

Sanat's letter

I wonder why I kept it so long

Our house has a second storey now.

Geeta's son is toddling about

Is he naughty?

Does he jump about a lot?

He's made life hell for father

He climbs the stairs all by himself

The kid's so full of life

He loves climbing the stairs

I wanted to live!

Tell me just once that I'll live

I want to go home, Brother.

I want to live!

Did you visit your sister?

How is she now?

Why don't you say something?

No one remembers her here any more

She went by every day,

sandals flapping

Such a quiet girl. Why did she

suffer so much?

Come to me, my daughter Uma

Let me garland you with flowers

You are the soul of my sad self,

mother deliverer

Let me bid you farewell now,

my daughter

You leave my home desolate,

going to your husband's house

How can I endure your departure,

my daughter?

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