Post 59, Sargana

11:45 a.m.: Shyamdev Mandal is not at home. I meet his long-term friend and mentor Vinay Mandal at the market nearby. He was wearing a blue coloured kurta atop a white dhoti, and sported a gamchha around his neck. Vinay is concerned about my health because he has observed me limp. When he hears that I tripped and twisted my ankle as I was taking my father for treatment, Vinay says:

You have taken on your father’s pain. You are a very good son indeed. After all, we do owe a lot to our parents don’t we? Our father who brought us up. Our mother who nurtured us in her womb for nine months.  But although one can repay their father’s debt, no one can every repay the debt to one’s mother.

A little later, Vinay Mandal talks to the owner of the kiosk in which we are sitting about the lawsuit over the temple. He complains of the time these things take in the law courts and worries that the privileged castes might twist the law to their advantage. Nevertheless, he trusts his lawyers, both of whom have assured him they will visit soon.