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.