The sound of sobs was heard even louder in the silence. Pressing the pallu(veil) in her mouth, the old woman was unable to cry bitterly.
While waiting for someone, my eyes also got old.
The water coming into the eyes had lost its ability to flow quickly. Just the moisture and sobbing in his eyes, was showing his sorrow.
She took the pallu(veil) out of her mouth, with the help of a stick, slowly started washing her eyes with a lot of water from the hut so that her eyes could see the outside environment and objects better.
The rays of the rising sun were filling his heart with enthusiasm. Taking a stick, she walked towards the fields and barns. There the chirping of the birds and the blooming of flowers was giving peace to his mind. The rumblings of cows walking on the trail reminded him of the past. She herself started admiring her charming image in which she used to wear a beautiful kurti-lehenga, wear a veil, carry wood in her hand, go and have fun in the forest with her friends while walking with cows and calves. Sometimes climbing trees, sometimes swinging on swings, sometimes getting tangled in thorns and getting angry with friends, he was very much remembered today. She smiled softly and again looked at the old eyes and saw that a small calf was insisting to eat the fodder from her hand.
She caressed him lovingly and started feeding the moving fodder along with him while taking a stick. The scent of flowers was making her intoxicated. Even in old age, his mind was young. The girls who were smiling far away were attracting him towards her. She was feeling her friends in them. In the laughter of the teenagers coming from the other direction, he could see the friends around his father's house and village.
Suddenly a look of harshness, animosity and disgust appeared on his face. He could see selfishness and meanness in every man. she started thinking
"How deceitful, mean and jealous a man is. How much does he fall for his selfishness? To what extent does he lower a woman to fulfill the link of his selfishness."
She could not understand till today, the meaning of relationships, the man could never understand. While thinking, she came from her hut to the mouth of the village. From the village she used to go to get buttermilk and curd. Even today, he had a doli full of buttermilk in his hand. Women passing on the way were touching his feet. The men were bowing their heads in hospitality. Bal-Gopal kept talking together. The children would have expected to hear the story from that old Amma. Sometimes she used to narrate her ordeal in the form of a story, sometimes she used to narrate the stories narrated by her parents and relatives or sometimes she used to describe her ordeal, but today the children have asked,
"Amma-amma why don't you like butter?"
There was a gleam in the old eyes. While walking, she sat under a tree in the field. The children surrounded him and eagerly looked towards him. Old Amma began to recite,
"There was a village, in that village there lived a very lovely girl, very beautiful. Her beauty spread like a gust of wind in the whole village. She used to graze the cows with her friends in short kurti-kanchli and lehenga, She ran after butterflies and mingled with her friends. The parents of that girl loved their darling very much. They would not let her lose their sight. She was the love of Vrishabhanu (her father)."