We wake up from sleep. The tired and uncomfortable sound of the word was soaking in waist, in the lazy dance rhythm. The dance rhythm was spreading in my blood. I was awake. Only my mind was drowning in a drunken state.
The car stopped. Shanta looked at me. After a long time and the eyes opened. A very tired voice said, 'Do not close the window.'
I closed my window with my hand and sat beside him. I said, 'It's cold. Yours?
'No, not cold. I'll be a little longer. Dad, why do not you sit in front of me!
I smiled to wrap the blanket well on her. Her hair is rough reddish I put his hands on his head. hot. The heat shook my hand, my hand. The book rattled. I sat face to face
'What is this station father? The car is stopped! '
I raised my eyes and said, 'Rangatong.'
'Oh, what's the funny name. Ranging, Ranging ', dragged and said,' It seems as if it is a dong dong dong '.
The word is rhetorical. ring of bell. The sound was rested on the hills around the silent, jungle station. It was back again. Carriage signals Farewell sign Shanta looked at me. I do not get smiles I remember the words of Mr. Regina.
'How far is the corsius?'
'I am still far away.' I slowly broke down and said. My voice sounds tremulous. My hand on the wood is hard on wood. I'm thinking about it. No one is listening to that. I think, Shanta, you sleep. Do not see these stations crossing, not even this jungle, not even this mountain. Today is the day of big bitter taste. Your fever has increased Increase further. You fall asleep. Watch your blanket on the blanket like the face of a very cool little doll. You fall asleep. I wake up
Do not ludata a few times, father. I will play a little.
I was surprised. I looked. Smile Shanta looked at the glass chariot. I did not even see my laughter.
I got up and picked up Lodota from the basket. In the mirror of the car wall my shadow fell. A very old face. This is my face. I'm amazingly old. Hold a breath in the chest. My seventeen year old girl will be surprised to hear the sound of this breath. But there is breath. Every moment wants to come out of it. The more I feel of him, the more I get the stain of the troubles, and the new line by the whip of my mouth. Like Shanti, I tried to forget Rajya Bhuvra.