Then a girl asked,
"Amma what was her name?"
Old Amma said with a poppy mouth,
"Radha….Radha….Radha…."
Then the other boy said,
"Amma, Krishna's Radha?"
Old Amma's eyes filled with tears and she said,
"Yes son, Once she was Krishna's Radha. Today she is completely alone"
She could only say this with quivering lips and tears started flowing from her eyes. The boys and girls wiped her tears with their little hands and said,
"Amma…..don't cry ….no."
One of them said the little girl,
"Krishna was very bad."
Amma put her hand on his lips,
"No son, Krishna was very good, Radha was bad."
Saying this Amma wept bitterly. The children could not understand anything and started looking at each other. Seeing them calm, Amma took care of herself and stood holding sticks and asked everyone to go home. It was late afternoon. Old Amma's intestines were overflowing with hunger. She picked up her buttermilk cannikin and walked towards the hut. She started to bake two thick rotis(Indian bread ). Suddenly both her fingers hit the pan and she groaned in pain. With the other hand, he groped the Gheeldi(vial) of Ghee(melted butter) and applied it on the finger. Tears started flowing from her eyes. She began to caress her fingers with love and started chanting Narayan Narayan with Tulsi garland in her hand. Simultaneously began to pray,
"O God, heal my pain as soon as possible. Let him not suffer because of my pain."
The bread was made raw. Then the village's Gujari(milkmen's girl) named Surti came giving voice,
"Where are you Amma?"
Words were not coming out of Amma's mouth. Eyes were moist. She could not say anything even if Shewanted to. Surti Gujari came inside and said,
"What happened Amma?"
Seeing tears in Amma's eyes, she caressed her cheeks and suddenly seeing the blisters on her fingers, dipped her hands in cold buttermilk and started baking rotis. Said to Amma,
"Amma eat the rotis(Indian bread)."
Keep a bowl full of buttermilk, put roti on the plate and start feeding it with her own hands. Amma's soul was satisfied after eating the bread. Old Amma put her cot outside from Surti Gujari under a mango tree, leaning on her sticks, lay down on it and trying to sleep enjoying the slow-moving wind. After some time his eyes closed. Then the voice of the sweet parrot woke him up. He had brought sweet and sweet plums for Amma from the forest. Amma laughed at the plum and said, caressing Mittu(parrot),
"Dear Mithu, your mother has no teeth, how will I eat it?"