Just before starting he called Ratan and said:'Here is something for you
I hope it will keep you fore some little time.'He brought out his from pocket the whole of his month's salary,retaining only a trifle for his
travelling expenses.Then Ratan fell at his feet and cried:'Oh,Dada,I pray 🙏 🙏 you, don't give me anything, don't in any way trouble about me,'and then she ran away out of sight.The postmaster heaved a sigh,took up his carpet bag,put his umbrella over his shoulder,and,
accompanied by a man carrying his many-coloured tin trunk,he slowly made for the boat.When he got in and the boat was under way, and the rain-swollen river,like a stream of tears welling up from the earth,
swirled and sobbed at her bows,
then he felt a pain at heart; the grief stricken face of a village girl seemed to represent for him the great unspoken pervading grief of her mother earth herself.