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In reply he was told that he was thinking of his uncle's first wife, but that the former had lost no time in taking to himself a second. "But my uncle died before my aunt," exclaimed Panchu, still more mystified. "Where was the time for him to marry again?" This was not denied.
Nor did my master tell me that he had taken Panchu's deserted children under his own roof and was caring for them, though alone in the house, with his school to attend to the whole day. After a month Panchu came back, his ascetic fervour considerably worn off. His eldest boy and girl nestled up to him, crying: "Where have you been all this time, father?"
His youngest boy filled his lap; his second girl leant over his back with her arms around his neck; and they all wept together. "O sir!" sobbed Panchu, at length, to my master. "I have not the power to give these little ones enough to eat I am not free to run away from them. What has been my sin that I should be scourged so, bound hand and foot?"
"I am afraid, sir," interposed Panchu despondently, "while you big folk are doing the fighting, the police and the law vultures will merrily gather round, and the crowd will enjoy the fun, but when it comes to getting killed, it will be the turn of only poor me!" "Why, what harm can come to you?" "They will burn down my house, sir, children and all!"
"Panchu was not sure of her caste, and would not let her touch the water-jar, or anything at all of his. So they were continually bickering. When she found I had no objection to her touch, she looked after me devotedly. She is a splendid cook! "But all remnants of Panchu's respect for me vanished! To the last he had thought that I was at least a simple sort of person.
The great world stretches far beyond, and one can truly measure one's joys and sorrows when standing in its midst. Panchu was devoted to my master. I know well enough how he manages to eke out a livelihood.
This only made Harish Kundu red in the face as he shouted: "The scoundrel must be taught manners, give him a shoe-beating!" So poor Panchu got insulted as well as fined. "What happened to the cloth?" "The whole bale was burnt." "Who else was there?" "Any number of people, who all kept shouting Bande Mataram. Sandip was also there. He took up some of the ashes, crying: 'Brothers!
He begged and prayed Harish Kundu, his zamindar, to let him sell off his stock, bought with borrowed money, promising faithfully never to do it again; but the zamindar would not hear of it, and insisted on his burning the foreign stuff there and then, if he wanted to be let off. Panchu in his desperation blurted out defiantly: "I can't afford it! You are rich; why not buy it up and burn it?"
When shall all these most intimate truths of the universe overflow the pages of printed books and leap out in a sacred stream like the Ganges from the Gangotrie?" I was suddenly reminded of my master's absence during the last few days and of my ignorance as to its reason. I felt somewhat foolish as I asked him: "And where have you been all this while, sir?" "Staying with Panchu," he replied.
Mother Bengal has not only this one Panchu. If the milk in her breasts has run dry, that cannot be supplied from the outside." These are thoughts which give one pause, and I decided to devote myself to working it out. That very day I said to Bimal: "Let us dedicate our lives to removing the root of this sorrow in our country." "You are my Prince Siddharta, I see," she replied with a smile.
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