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Vimal seems
 restless
today,Malabai. Sing him asong, or tell himone of the old 
tales
.Do youknow the story of
 Jarasandh 
 , Vimal baba? Of how king Brihadratha’swives gave birth to
 half 
a child each? And thedemon Jaraglued them togetherinto one boy. Whole, but 
 monstrous
and thwart.A boy who belonged nowhere--As you say,memsaab.
in the moment of his
 death 
,I know him at last. Know
 both 
of them, in fact.His childhood--in
 Nasik 
,where he was born to thewidow Ashalata Devi in thethird year of her
 mourning 
.His
 context 
--the clash andgrind of one world against  another. Of implacable
West 
 AGAiNST intransigent 
 East 
.Sensibly, she found herself a 
 rock 
to cling to–-ColonelEdward Yeames
 Cathcart 
ofthe Deolali Cantonment.But how the neighbours’tongues clicked, even
 before 
 the child was born.What would a Brahmin’s
widow 
know of the world? So strange.So
 perfect 
.The
 pieces
of themfall into a new pattern.
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