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38) "Oh, what can I do, Auntie?" | |||
39) "Why don't you talk with Rahat Miyan?" | |||
40) "Auntie [bhayyah], I'm embarrassed." | = In her previous speech she called herself 'I', and here she calls herself, literally 'we'; this is just a colloquial variation. | ||
41) [*D54*] "Ai hai -- he'll rip you apart and eat you, won't he?," Bi Amma used to say in irritation. | |||
42) "No, but-- but-- " I became unable to reply. And then silence fell. After much thought and reflection, oil-cake kababs were made. Today even Bi Apa smiled several times. She spoke softly: | |||
43) "Look-- don't laugh! Otherwise the whole game will be spoiled." | |||
44) "I won't laugh," I promised. | |||
45) "Please have your dinner," I said, placing the tray of food on the wooden platform [chauka]. Then, while washing his hands from the water-jug kept beneath the wooden board, when he looked me over from head to foot-- I fled from there. | |||
46) My heart began to pound: 'God forbid-- what diabolical eyes!' | = She 'says' this to herself, with the traditional Urdu fondness for direct discourse. | ||
47) "Go on, you worthless wretch-- will you just get in there and see the expression on his face! Ai hai, the whole pleasure will be spoiled!" | |||
48) [*notes12*] Apa Bi gave me a single look. In her eyes there was a plea, there was the dust of looted wedding processions, and there was the faded sorrow of old "fourth-day outfits." Bowing my head, I again [*N9*] went and leaned against the pillar. | |||
49) Rahat kept eating in silence. He didn't look toward me. Having seen him eat the oil-cake kababs, what I ought to have done was that I would make a joke of it, would burst out laughing: "Bravo, hail to the 'bridegroom'! You're eating oil-cake kababs!" But it was as if someone had squeezed my throat shut. | |||
50) Bi Amma, growing angry, summoned me back, and under her breath began to curse me. Now what would I have said to him? --since he is eating with pleasure, the wretch. | |||
51) "Rahat bhai, did you like the koftas?" I asked, on Bi Amma's instructions. | |||
52) No answer came. | |||
53) "Tell me, won't you?" | |||
54) "Oh, go and ask him properly!" Bi Amma gave me a shove. | = It seems as if this remark and the previous one ought to be in reverse order. | ||
55) "You brought it and gave it to me, and I ate it. It must surely be tasty." | |||
56) "Oh, great, you boor!" Bi Amma couldn't help herself. "You didn't even realize-- with such relish you ate oil-cake kababs!" | = In Naim's text, it appears that Bi Amma says all this, presumably to Rahat himself. In some other texts, the second remark is made by Hamidah to Rahat, which seems more plausible. | ||
57) [*D55*] "Oil-cake kababs? Why, what are they made from every day? I've become accustomed to eating oil-cake and straw." | |||
58) Bi Amma's face fell. Bi Apa's lowered eyelids were unable to raise themselves. The next day Bi Apa did twice as much sewing as usual, and then when in the evening I went to take the food in, he said, "Tell me, what have you brought today? Today it's the turn of wood-chips." | |||
59) "You don't like the food in our house?" I said angrily. | |||
60) "It's not that. It just seems a bit strange. If it's sometimes oil-cake kababs, then it's sometimes a chaff curry." | |||
61) [*N10*] I was overcome with fury. That we ourselves would eat dry bread, and feed him up like an elephant! That sometimes we would [*notes 13*] stuff him with ghi-dripping parathas! That my Bi Apa doesn't get medicine, and we would pour milk and cream down his throat! I was boiling, and went away. | |||
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