The postmaster Said: Iam going away tomorrow,Ratan ;'where are you going Dada? am going home 🏡 'when will you come back?am not coming back '. Ratan asked no another question.❓ the postmaster, of his own accord ,went on to tell her that his application for a transfer had been rejected ,so he had resigned his post and going home. For a long time neither of them spoke another word.the lamp 🪔 went on dimly burning ,and from a leak in one corner of the thatch water 🌊 dripped steadily into an earthen vessel on the floor beneath it ..