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MRINAL PANDEY
GIRLS
THE day we left with Ma for Nani’s the scattered luggage, the wobbling
house, Babu broke a surahi. I don’t know surahi her exhaustion, the three of us. At
whether he did it on purpose or by mistake. one station we bought samosas filled with
There was water everywhere in the room. chillis. Just at that moment, a woman was
Holding up her sari, Ma found her way making her child urinate through the
into the next room and told Saru’s mother, adjoining window. It made me feel sick so
who was listening with her ear to the door, I couldn’t eat the samosa. I gave it to Ma.
to mop up the water. Otherwise someone A piece of boiled potato was lying on the
might slip and break a bone, and then there seat. I crushed it into the shape of an insect
would be another problem. to frighten my small sister. She squealed,
In any case, Ma sees everything as a my mother smacked me and I began to
problem. If we are at home it’s a problem, if cry. My big sister got irritated and said:
we have to go to school it’s a problem, if “Oh what a nuisance!” My big sister loves
we are sick it’s a problem, if we are fine me. Only she does. Everyone else is horrid.
and jumping around it’s a problem. While Mama* came to fetch us from the other reproaches us: “Let the poor thing
mopping the floor, Saru’s mother cocked station. I sat next to Mami. Mami was rest here at least.” Ma also puts on the
her head on one side and asked Ma: “Well, chewing pan and the diamonds in her expression of a “poor thing” as if she
this time you’ll be away for at least three earlobes bobbed up and down as she really is in danger of being devoured by
months, won’t you?” Ma, as was the way chewed. Every time the driver pressed the us! I began to feel very irritated at the idea
with her those days, put her hands on her horn of the jeep, we three girls would of going into Nani’s house, so I deliberately
thighs to assess the weight and said : scream in unison: “Po...o...o...” The driver hung back near the bushes. The mongrel
“Yes, they won’t let me come away sooner. laughed. When we reached the house, he dog came and smelt me. Just then someone
Go and play outside.” This last was an lifted me and my small sister out of the inside called my name and said: “Now
order to me, because I had a habit of always jeep. He smelt of tea and bidis. He had big where has she disappeared again?” The
popping up in a corner at the wrong moustaches and his woollen uniform was dog and I went in together.
moment. ticklish. I was feeling sleepy. As the surahi Nani was sitting with Mama’s son in
As I was making off with a fragment of was being taken out, it again got her lap. She shooed off the dog. She
the broken surahi which I wanted to suck, overturned and water flowed everywhere. doesn’t touch animals. The dog put its tail
I heard Ma saying, either to Saru’s mother I remembered Babu. And I stepped so hard down and went out. It was used to being
or to the cobweb hung roof: “If only it’s a on my small sister’s sandal that she almost reprimanded. I was told: “Touch Nani’s
boy this time, I’ll be freed from having to tripped up. “You root of all problems!” Ma feet. Not like that. Properly. Arre, you are
go through this problem again and again.” hissed at me through her teeth so that no born a girl, you’ll have to bend all your
And as usual Saru’s mother must have one should hear. She caught my hand as if life, why not learN now?” Nani patted me
nodded her head and said : “Why not ? to save me from falling, but actually she on the back and said: “This girl hasn’t got
Why not?” crushed it so hard that she hurt my a bit taller. Who’d believe she’s eight years
In the train I emerged victorious in the shoulder. I was missing Babu. Whenever old?”
squabble for the window seat, and then we come to Nani’s house, this is what I pinched Mama’s son, but he, like an
stuck out my tongue at the others: happens. Babu doesn’t come with us and idiot, kept on following me around. He’s
“Ee...ee...” Seeing Ma’s eye turning as soon as we reach here Ma too gets fair and chubby, sweet-sweet. He’s quite
towards me, I hurriedly converted this into swallowed up in a crowd of Masis, Mamis, tall for his age. He’s five but looks seven.
a chant of “E for Emli, Ee for Eekh” but Ma Nani and old maidservants. If we even try “Will you tell me a story at night?” he
was not paying any attention to me. She to go near her in the daytime, someone or asked me. “No”, I said and pretended to
had a whole lot of problems to deal with— be reading the newspaper.
*maternal uncle
38 MANUSHI
and says: “That girl must be harassing and race round on the ledge of the mother cry when she is in this condition?”’
her. She was born only to plague my life.” courtyard. The room is full of scents—the “When you people don’t love girls
Someone tells her: “You shouldn’t get scent of camphor, halwa, ghee, flowers. why do you pretend to worship them?”
angry in your condition.” “Pay your fares and off to Calcutta, pu, My voice breaks on a sob. This makes me
I sit outside the house for a long time pu.” so angry that I feel like swallowing the
and watch the birds flying in the air. Why “Come dear, put on the tika, you are burning camphor to brand my treacherous
was I not born a bird? Does the mother my kanyakumari, aren’t you?” “No”, I say, throat. I want to ask again: “Why?” but I
bird also think that girl birds are not so “I’m an engine.” Mama’s son claps his keep quiet for fear of starting to cry. 1 don’t
good? hands. “She’s an engine, she’s an engine.” want to cry. Especially not in front of them.
“Where has she gone?” Somebody Then my stomach suddenly grows tight Hari’s mother puts her hand to her
inside is searching for me. I purposely hide with fear like a clenched fist Ma is waddling mouth in wonder. “Ma ri ma, just listen to
behind the wall so that no one should find towards me. Her face is compressed with her. A girl—and showing such temper.”
me. Ever. Anywhere. Anyhow. If only I anger. “I’ll make an engine of you, just now, Nani is giving Rs 1.25 to each of the girls.
could find that magic candy which makes “20 sour candies can be bought with Rs
you become invisible when you put it in 1.25”, Nani says, as if to the wall, and holds
your mouth, how wonderful it would be. out a 25 paise coin wrapped in a rupee
note towards me. The mark of the roll on
At night, when Nani finishes the story, the tip of Nani’s thumb looks like a
she says: “Now go off to sleep, all of you.” blood-stain. I move backward towards the
My small sister is already asleep. Hari’s wall.
mother carries her away. I ask Nani whether “I don’t want all this women’s stuff—
I can sleep with her. Nani’s body is so soft this halwa puri, tika, money. I won’t
and warm, and her quilt smells of cloves become a goddess.” I scream so loudly
and cardamoms. Nani keeps a torch under that the pigeons pecking at the grain in
her pillow. If you take it with you to the the courtyard take off in a flurry, as if a
bathroom, after the lights are put out, you bullet has been fired some where.
don’t knock your toes against anything. (translated from Hindi by Manushi)
Nani says: “No, no, as it is, this boy
doesn’t leave me. Where is the space for Kitchen
two of you here? You go to your mother. 1 do not know
Tomorrow I’ll tell you another story, all what is cooking in the vessel,
right?” Nani’s voice is sugary, the way and what in her heart,
grown-ups’ voices always become when and what in their thoughts,
they want to coax you into doing who sit, heads bent,
something or other. In the other room, my outside the house.
big sister says, without turning towards All I know is,
me: “Well, did she let you sleep with her?” the vessel is warm,
Her voice is trembling with anger. The today she’s not sad,
clock ticks on. Ma is snoring. Let you and the people outside
sleep? Let you sleep? Tick, tick. Khrr, khrr. are preparing
to go somewhere.
“Girls, where are you?” Nani is calling this minute.” She hums to herself,
out. She has the roli in her hand. In front “Are you mad, Lalli?” The neighbour’s and, lifting the lid,
of her is a big vessel of halwa and a heap Nani catches hold of Ma’s hand and signs looks into the vessel,
of puris. It’s the morning of Ashtami. There to me with her eyes to do as I am told. then stokes the fire.
is a mat spread in front of Nani. “Come, let “She’s only a child. She’s a kanyakumari Outside, the people
me put tika on you. She burns camphor and today is Ashtami, the goddess’s day. say, in loud voices :
for the arti. Today you mustn’t hit a kanyakumari. It’s “We’ve had enough—
“Come, let me do arti for you.” My a sin.” I jump clown from the ledge with a this cannot go on any longer.”
two sisters and Mama’s beautiful thud, / do not know
daughters are sitting crosslegged in front Nani, with tightly clenched lips, has what will happen next.
of Nani. Nani puts tika on them and rings started serving halwa purl to the girls.
a bell. Like a railway guard. Then she blows “Why don’t you go?” the irritable Masi —Sarveshwar Dayal Saxena
the conch—pu, pu. I become an engine says to me, “Why do you make your (translated from Hindi by Manushi)