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LMT 100 Short Stories 1 and 2 (Printable)
LMT 100 Short Stories 1 and 2 (Printable)
A Question Of Dowry
by Siew Yue Killingley
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‘We have to return the necklace.’
‘Return it? Why, what will Thirulchelvam’s mother and _’
Mr Ramachandran raised his hand.
‘There’s something which I’ve wanted to tell you for some time, but I didn’t
want to worry you. We can’t pay for the necklace. Do you remember the land
we were going to sell to get the dowry and money for the necklace?’
‘Oh, be careful, you old man! Do you want people to think that we have no
money for our daughter?’ Mrs Ramachandran hissed in fierce whispers. Then,
continuing in a more normal tone, she inquired loudly, ‘Which piece of land do
you mean? My father gave us four for my dowry, and our second son received
three as his wife’s dowry.’
‘Come on, wife!’ remonstrated Mr Ramachandran. ‘Don’t you remember? We
have only one piece of land left from your dowry – we sold the other two for our
third and fourth sons’ weddings. You asked me to do it yourself. As for
Anandakrishna’s land, that belongs to him and he’s already rented it out to some
households in order to get cash for his eternal drinks.’
Afraid of further secrets being revealed to prying ears, and being anxious to
save her family’s face, Mrs Ramachandran motioned to her husband to drop the
subject. However, Mr Ramachandran continued.
‘About the land, I’m afraid it is impossible to sell it at a quarter of its former
price. You see, water has been seeping out from some well for about ten years
and so the land is now too marshy for house-holding. Unless we were to drain it,
no one would buy it for our sum.’
‘Are you insulting my poor father?’ He gives me a piece of sodden* land?
Impossible! Oh, if he were to know what sort of a son-in-law he was getting, he
would have made a wiser decision. But I shall have a better son-in-law who’ll not
depend on his wife’s dowry. He’s a doctor, and he has his own income!’
With that she stalked out, after having locked the gold chain securely in its
container again. Mr Ramachandran looked worried, but resigned. He always
found himself at a loss for words when his wife was most eloquent*.
Mrs Ramachandran called to her daughter, and the latter came dutifully from
the chaste quiet of her bedroom.
‘Sivasothie, you are a very lucky girl. You’ll have a doctor for your husband –
and Mrs Muthu will have a fit from envy. But you are so much better than her
daughter. Now, Thirulchelvam is coming in half and hour, and – well, you’re
nicely dressed, I see. Do pin up the jasmine flowers – they’re too drooping on
your left side – there! That’s better – oh why did you move? Look what you’ve
made me do? You’ve made me knock two off – no matter! This looks better –
not so crowded. He loves you very much – his father told your father so.’
Sivasothie looked shy and glanced away with a modest droop of the head.
Tamby yelled:
‘Peria akka!* Uncle Thirulchelvam has come to see you. Peria akka! He’s
waiting for you in the hall! I’ve told him you were waiting for the last two hours.’
The two women were horrified. Mrs Ramachandran snatched the happy
Tamby as he danced into the room and spanked him hard.
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‘Silly boy! Don’t shout those fibs*. Why, your sister has been hard at work in the
kitchen’ (this very loudly). ‘Just because she looks so fresh and tidy, it doesn’t
mean she wasn’t working. Do you think she’s so lazy as to sit and not do anything? Go
out and play.’
Tamby hurried off, surprised and unbelieving. Sivasothie and her mother went out
into the hall, where the former, permitting herself the most modest of glances at her
ardent pursuer, and permitting him to receive from her the merest minimum of
shy smiles, shuffled discreetly and retiringly into the kitchen.
‘Good morning, Auntie,’ said Thirulchelvam, ‘I’ve come to see Uncle
Ramachandran. He rang me up this morning.’
‘Please sit down and I’ll get Sivasothie to fetch you a drink. Do taste some
muruku. They’re newly-made and crisp – Sivasothie is so clever – but of course,’ she
added coyly and slyly, ‘you know that! Sit down! Sit down! Make this your home,
though it’s not comparable to yours, of course. And how is your dear mother? I
must go and see her soon – we’ll have so much to talk about. But that’s not
surprising – we have the same interest – and that, of course, is your happiness.
Now do sit down and I’ll ask –‘
‘No, no, please don’t bother. I’m very busy, and I must see Uncle
Ramachandran and go. Do call him out please.’
Mrs Ramachandran knew when not to cross a person and she gave in with good
grace.
‘Well, I’m sure you have a lot to discuss; so I’ll fetch him for you.’ Thirulchelvam
sat down awkwardly, attempting not to show his annoyance. What a silly mother –
her daughter’s modest airs – did Mrs Ramachandran have them when she was
young too? Well, a man had to have a wife, so why not have one with a
reasonable dowry?
Mr Ramachandran came in with his wife, and after further pleasantries on the
latter’s part, she departed for the kitchen. Mr Ramachandran then proceeded to tell
his future son-in-law what he had already told his wife earlier. Thirulchelvam, having
less faith in Mrs Ramachandran’s father, believed the news about the devalued land.
After Thirulchelvam had left for his dispensary, Mr Ramachandran had to let his wife
and daughter know about the changed situation.
‘Well,’ commented Mrs Ramachandran stoically, ‘there’s more than one doctor in our
community, and it’s up to you, Ramachandran, do your duty as a father.’
Sivasothie went into the kitchen, her head bowed modestly.
Glossary
1. wades round, savoury, deep-fried lentil cakes
2. laden with full of, or filled with
3. sizzled sound of food frying in hot oil
4. beckoned gave a signal with the hand to tell someone to move nearer or to
follow him/her
5. scoffed at talk about something in such a way that shows one thinks it is stupid
or ridiculous
6. sodden extremely wet
7. eloquent able to express one’s opinions well in public
8. Peria akka elder sister in Tamil
9. fibs lie
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LMT100 Unit 6 notes
Ernest Hemingway
There were only two Americans stopping at the hotel. They did not know any of the
people they passed on the stairs on their way to and from their room. Their room
was on the second floor facing the sea. It also faced the public garden and the war
monument. There were big palms and green benches in the public garden. In
the good weather there was always an artist with his easel. Artists liked the way the
palms grew and the bright colours of the hotels facing the gardens and the sea.
Italians came from a long way off to look up at the war monument. It was made of
bronze and glistened in the rain. It was raining. The rain dropped from the palm trees.
Water stood in pools on the gravel paths. The sea broke in a long line in the rain and
slipped back down the beach to come up and break again in a long line in the rain.
The motor cars were gone from the square by the war monument. Across the square
in the doorway of the café a waiter stood looking out at the empty square.
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The American wife stood at the window looking out. Outside right under their window a cat
was crouched* under one of the dripping green tables. The cat was trying to make herself so
compact* that she would not be dripped on. ‘
I’m going down to get that kitty,’ the American wife said.
‘I’ll do it,’ her husband offered from the bed.
‘No, I’ll get it. The poor kitty out there is trying to keep dry under a table.’
The husband went on reading, lying propped up with the two pillows at the foot of the bed.
‘Don’t get wet,’ he said.
The wife went downstairs and the hotel owner stood up and bowed to her as she passed
the office. His desk was at the far end of the office. He was an old man and very tall.
‘Il piove,’* the wife said. She liked the hotel-keeper.
‘Si, si Signora, bruto tempo*. It is very bad weather.’
He stood behind his desk in the far end of the dim room. The wife liked him.
She liked the deadly serious way he received any complaints. She liked his dignity. She
liked the way he wanted to serve her. She liked the way he felt about being a hotel-keeper.
She liked his old, heavy face and bid hands.
Liking him she opened the door and looked out. It was raining harder. A man in a rubber
cape was crossing the empty square to the café. The cat would be around to the right.
Perhaps she could go along under the eaves. As she stood in the doorway an umbrella
opened behind her. It was the maid who looked after their room.
‘You must not get wet,’ she smiled, speaking Italian. Of course, the hotel-keeper had sent
her.
With the maid holding the umbrella over her, she walked along the gravel path until she
was under their window. The table was there, washed bright green in the rain, but the cat
was gone. She was suddenly disappointed. The maid looked up at her.
‘Ha perduto qulque cosa, Signora?’*
‘There was a cat,’ said the American girl.
‘A cat?’
‘Si, il gatto.’
‘A cat?’ the maid laughed. ‘A cat in the rain?’
‘Yes,’ she said, ‘under the table.’ Then, ‘Oh, I wanted it so much. I wanted a kitty.’
When she talked English the maid’s face tightened.
‘Come, Signora,’ she said. ‘We must get back inside. You will be wet.’
‘I suppose so,’ said the American girl.
They went back along the gravel path to go back to the hotel. When they reached the door,
the American girl went in. The maid stayed outside to close the umbrella. As the American
girl passed the office, the padrone* bowed from the desk. Something felt very small and tight
inside the girl. The padrone made her feel very small and at the same time really important.
She had a momentary feeling of being of supreme importance. She went on up the stairs.
She opened the door of the room. George was on the bed, reading.
‘Did you get the cat?’ he asked, putting the book down.
‘It was gone.’
‘Wonder where it went to,’ he said, resting his eyes from reading.
She sat down on the bed.
‘I wanted it so much,’ she said. ‘I don’t know why I wanted it so much. I wanted that poor
kitty. It isn’t any fun to be a poor kitty out in the rain.’
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LMT100 Unit 6 notes
Glossary
crouched lying close to the ground, protecting itself from the rain
compact fitting into a small space
'il piove Italian for 'It's raining.'
'Ha perduto qulque cosa, Italian for 'Hove you lost something, Madam?'
Signora?
padrone hotel-keeper
to grow out to grow longer and fuller
to get tired of to become bored with the same thing all the time
pretty darn nice an American way of saying 'very nice'
'Avanti' Italian for 'Come in'
tortoise-shell yellow and brown coloured