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AuthorMulk Raj Anand
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‘Mijxoo ohc Munooa oh Mundul’ shouted Gujri from  the verandah of a squat, sequestered, little mud hut, thatched with straw, which stood upon the edge of a hill about a hundred yards away from itic village in the valley. And her eagle eyes explored the track of gold dust which worked its zigzag course through rough scrub, beyond the flat roofs of the village houses, under the relentless haze of the Kangra sun. She could not see him.

‘Munoo ohe Muncx)a o[i Mundu! where have you died? Where have you drifted, you of the evil star? Come back! Your uncle is leaving soon, and you must go to the town!* She shouted again with a shrill, hoarse voice. And her gaze travelled beyond the mango-grove to the silver line of the river Beas, and roved angiily among the greenery of the ferns and weeds and bushes that spread on either side of the stream against the purple gleam of the low hills.

‘Munoo ohe Munocal’ she called again, exasperated, and raising her voice, this time, to the highest pitch to wdiich, in her anger and hate, she could carr\’ it: ‘Where have you died? Whcie have you gone, you ominous orphan? Come back and begone!’ The piercing soprano resounded through the valley and fell on Munoo’s ears with the dreadening effect of all its bitter content.

He heard but he did not answer. He merely turned from the shade of a tree, where he sat hidden, to see her scarlet dress disappearing into the hut. He had been gracing cattle on the banks of the Beas, and had begun to play while the buffaloes and cows in his charge had entered the low waters of the marsh, where they noW sat chewing the cud of little comfort that the cool of the water afforded against the torrid heat of the morning sun.

‘Your aunt is calling you/ said Jay Singh, son of the village landlord, clean of face and apparel, nudging Munoo’s bare body with his elbow. ‘Can’t you hear? Have you no manners, you savage, that you let your aunt shout herself hoarse and don’t answer her?’ He was Munoo’s rival for leadership of Bishan and Bishambar and the other village boys. He knew that Munoo was to depart for town that day, and he wanted to hurry him out of the way as soon as possible.

‘Don’t go yet/ Bishan, the fat one, pleaded, ‘your aunt only wants you to run an errand for her.’ Then he turned banteringly to Jay Singh and said: ‘You call him a savage for not going home when his aunt calls. What about you who abuse your mother for asking you to stay indoors and not go out in the heat of the noon? You won’t even go to school, though your father gives you two annas a day for pocket money! We go to school. And during the holidays we graze the cattle. What are you doing here, pray, if not idling? You haven’t even the courage to steal a few mangoes. Munoo collected all these, so let him suck a few before , he goes home.’

T don’t steal mangoes,’ said Jay Singh, ‘I buy them!* And he continued righteously: ‘I only said he ought to go because his aunt is so rude that she will abuse us for keeping him here. He has to go away to town with his uncle.’ ‘Is it true you are going away to town ?’ asked fiery little Bishambar.

‘Yes, I am going away this morning,’ replied Munoo, and felt a quiver go through his belly.

‘But you are only fourteen years old yet! And you are only in the fifth class at school!’ cried Bishambar.

‘My aunt wants me to begin earning money/ said Munoo, ^And she says she wants a son of her own. My uncle says I am grown up and must fend for myself. He has got me a job in the house of the Babu of the bank where he works in Shampur.’ ” ‘It must be nice to live in Shampur/ remarked Jay Singh, now jealous of the importance Munoo assumed in his eyes because he was going to live in town, where there were beautiful things to eat, beautiful clothes to wear and beauti- ful toys to play with.

*Munoo smiled at this, but his smile seemed to say: ‘If it wasn’t my last day here, I would give you such a sock on the jaw that you would never dare to aspire to the leader- ship of the boys.’ For though Munoo was young he had more than a vague idea of how Jay Singh’s father was responsible for his impending misfortunes.

He had heard of how^ the landlord had seized his father’s five acres of land because the interest on the mortgage covering the unpaid rent had not been forthcoming when the rains had been scanty and the harvests bad. And he knew^ hou’ his father had died a slow death of bitterness and disappointment and left his mother a penniless beggar, to support a young brother-in-law and a child in arms. The sight of his mother grinding grain between the scarred surfaces of mill-stones w^hich .

she gyrated round and ’•ound, round and round, by the wooden handle, now with ht;r right hand, now with her left, day and night, had become indelibly imprinted on his mind. Also, the sight of her as she had lain dead on the ground with a horrible yet sad, set expression on her face, had sunk into his subconscious with all its weight of tragic dignity and utter resignation.

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