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Qayyuma’s Shop

Qayyuma’s Shop Cozy under the quilt, not quite sleeping, not quite awake, I heard a voice wafting in from some other world. “Milk! Come get your milk!” The moment Buddhan called out from beneath the window, my sis- ter came in and shook me. “Ai! Are you getting up or not? Go get the milk!” Before I could even turn on my side, she pounced again. “Arre! When are you going to get up and study? Every evening you crawl into bed early. There are children who stay glued to their books until midnight and still manage to get up when it is dark. Look at you. Lazy bones!” She walked out. Only the sufferer knows his suffering. Well, saheb, I got the milk and handed her the container. She peered in and shook it a couple of times before screaming, “Ai! Look at this. Does he think our money grows on trees? The idiot has sold us plain water! Go, throw it in his face.” Throw it in his face?! Saheb, that was beyond me. Buddhan was not your average milkman: he was tall and broad, and carried a solid lathi that had acquired legendary status after cracking many a http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

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Abstract

Cozy under the quilt, not quite sleeping, not quite awake, I heard a voice wafting in from some other world. “Milk! Come get your milk!” The moment Buddhan called out from beneath the window, my sis- ter came in and shook me. “Ai! Are you getting up or not? Go get the milk!” Before I could even turn on my side, she pounced again. “Arre! When are you going to get up and study? Every evening you crawl into bed early. There are children who stay glued to their books until midnight and still manage to get up when it is dark. Look at you. Lazy bones!” She walked out. Only the sufferer knows his suffering. Well, saheb, I got the milk and handed her the container. She peered in and shook it a couple of times before screaming, “Ai! Look at this. Does he think our money grows on trees? The idiot has sold us plain water! Go, throw it in his face.” Throw it in his face?! Saheb, that was beyond me. Buddhan was not your average milkman: he was tall and broad, and carried a solid lathi that had acquired legendary status after cracking many a

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: Sep 29, 2015

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