I will not stop to pick up my broken bowl. I will march
forward, albeit with unsatisfied heart.
The Bara Rani came and asked me: "What is the meaning, brother,
of all these books being packed up and sent off in box-loads?"
"It only means," I replied, "that I have not yet been able to get
over my fondness for them."
"I only wish you would keep your fondness for some other things
as well! Do you mean you are never coming back home?"
"I shall be coming and going, but shall not immure myself here
any more."
"Oh indeed! Then just come along to my room and see how many
things __I__ have been unable to shake off __my__ fondness
for." With this she took me by the hand and marched me off.
In my sister-in-law's rooms I found numberless boxes and bundles
ready packed. She opened one of the boxes and said: "See,
brother, look at all my __pan__-making things. In this bottle
I have catechu powder scented with the pollen of screw-pine
blossoms. These little tin boxes are all for different kinds of
spices. I have not forgotten my playing cards and draught-board
either. If you two are over-busy, I shall manage to make other
friends there, who will give me a game.
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