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The Mailman
Debu chacha had thought of the worst situation,he could be in.He was'nt prepared at all.He did'nt have the guts to break the news to Maneka dadi. Debu chacha was the local postman of the village.A tidy man in his late forties with a ever lasting smile on his face.His military moustache would be the attraction of many,as he passed by the pedestrians on his old cycle.He was loved by all for his jolly good nature.Just a sense of curiousity was what made him annoying to some,often.He had a bad habit of tearing up those envelopes,which had been earmarked "urgent" on them. Maneka dadi lived at the other end of the village.The nearest hut was at a distance of four hundred metre.The hut was built by her husband,around 40 years ago just 3 years before he passed away.A bamboo fence guarded the hut from all around.Debu chacha tiptoed towards the cracked wooden door of the hut.It was'nt locked from inside.He knew that eighty year old Maneka dadi would be having her afternoon nap now.He pulled back his curved forefinger twice,as he realised it was going to knock at the door. Chacha stood in front of the door for a few minutes,silently.Finally,gathered all his courage and knocked at the door at the third attempt. "Who is it?" A very feeble voice came from inside,after the fifth knock. "Debu here.I have a mail for you from your son.Its urgent."He replied and took a deep breath. "Come in,Debu."Dadi greeted still lying on the bed. "I know you have read it.What is written in it?"Dadi asked with a anxious tone in her voice. Chacha did'nt know,where to start. He started stammering. "Speak it out,Debu."Dadi ordered. "Your son says,he wo'nt be able to send any financial help from now on.Apparently his business crashed."chacha took a pause. Dadi felt a discomfort on her left chest.She asked for a glass of water.Chacha saw a glass lying on the floor at a corner of the swampy room.He fetched some water in it,from the earthern jar. Dadi finished it in a single breath.She could feel her heart running faster than a horse. "What will my son eat?" Dadi cried. No one in the room had an answer. Debu chacha held back his tears as he felt a shiver down his spine.He had'nt experienced motherly affection since he was ten.
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