‘Ammalu, the day is not far, when as Lord Budha did, I’ll leave you and go away, far, far away, while you’re in sound sleep’.
‘Give a tip before I go to sleep’
‘For what ? To fall at my feet and cry and cry to stop me ?’
‘No. To pack your thermos with a tumbler of coffee’
‘Oh, what a compassion ! Trying to bribe me with one tumbler of coffee? Why only one tumbler, madam ? Why not two ?’
‘For the second coffee, you’ll be back home ‘
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‘I bought the steps, dolls, saris and other stuff for the Golu, from my hard earned money. What’s your contribution Ammalu, other than placing the dolls an the steps, as you do with the vegetables inside the fridge? And for that you get all the credit. ‘ Ammalu’s Golu, Ammalu’s Golu!’- everyone talks!
And me , nowhere nearby!’
‘You should have told me about your grievance when I was arranging the dolls. Even now, it is not late. I will make space for you to occupy a prominent place among the dolls, on one condition – you shouldn’t open your mouth’
‘For singing ?’
‘No, in appreciation, every time a woman enters to watch the Golu’
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‘Ask for anything you want, Ammalu. I’m like Karna of Mahabarath’
‘Your mother threw you into river soon after you were born?’