Saadat Hasan Manto라이브 바카라 short story ‘Das Rupay’ is the story of a 15-year-old who was pushed into the flesh trade by her mother. Manto had arrived in Bombay from Amritsar in 1936 at the age of 24. Before he moved to Adelphi Chambers after marriage, he lived in a chawl believed to be in Arab Gully near Kamathipura. During the five years he lived in the chawl, editing a film magazine called ‘Mussawir’, he visited Kamathipura, often for the material for his stories.바카라 웹사이트
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She was at the corner of the alley playing with the girls, and her mother was looking for her in the chawl (a big building with many floors and many small rooms). Sarita라이브 바카라 mother had asked Kishori to sit down, had ordered some coffee-mixed tea from the tea boy outside, and had already searched for her daughter throughout the chawl라이브 바카라 three floors. But no one knew where Sarita had run off to. She had even gone over to the open toilet and had called for her, ‘Hey, Sarita! Sarita!’ But she was nowhere in the building, and it was just as her mother suspected — Sarita had gotten over her bout of dysentery (even though she hadn’t taken her medicine), 바카라 웹사이트and without a care, in the world, she was now playing with the girls at the corner of the alley near the trash heap.
Sarita라이브 바카라 mother was very worried. 바카라 웹사이트Kishori was바카라 웹사이트sitting바카라 웹사이트inside, and he바카라 웹사이트had announced that바카라 웹사이트three바카라 웹사이트rich men were바카라 웹사이트waiting in their car in the nearby market. But Sarita had disappeared. Sarita라이브 바카라 mother knew that rich men with cars don’t come around every day, and in fact, it was only thanks to Kishori that she got a good customer once or twice a month because otherwise rich men would never come to that dirty neighbourhood where the stench of rotting paan and burnt-out bidis made Kishori pucker his nose.바카라 웹사이트
Really, how could rich men stand in such a neighbourhood? But Kishori was clever, and so he never brought men up to the chawl but would make Sarita dress up before taking her out. He told the men, ‘Sirs, things are very dicey these days. The police are always on the lookout to nab someone. 바카라 웹사이트They’ve already caught 200 girls. Even I am being tried in court. We all have to be very cautious.’
Sarita라이브 바카라 mother was very angry. When바카라 웹사이트she바카라 웹사이트got to바카라 웹사이트the bottom바카라 웹사이트of the바카라 웹사이트stairs, 바카라 웹사이트Ram바카라 웹사이트Dai바카라 웹사이트was sitting바카라 웹사이트there cutting bidi leaves. ‘Have you seen Sarita 바카라 웹사이트anywhere?’
Sarita라이브 바카라 mother asked her. ‘I don’t know where she라이브 바카라 gone off to. If I find her, I’m going to beat her to a pulp. She라이브 바카라 not a little girl anymore, and yet she runs around all day with those good-for-nothing boys.’
Ram Dai continued cutting bidi leaves and didn’t answer because Sarita라이브 바카라 mother usually went around muttering like this. Every third or fourth day she had to go looking for Sarita and would repeat these very words to Ram Dai where she sat all day near the stairs with a basket in front of her as she tied red and white strings around the cigarettes. In addition to this refrain, the women of the building were always hearing from 바카라 웹사이트Sarita라이브 바카라 mother how she was going to marry Sarita off to a respectable man so that she might learn how to read and write a little, or how the city government had opened a school nearby where she was going to send Sarita because her father very much wanted her to바카라 웹사이트know how to read and바카라 웹사이트write. 바카라 웹사이트Then she would sigh deeply and launch into a recitation of her deceased husband라이브 바카라 story, which all the building라이브 바카라 women knew by heart. If you asked Ram Dai how Sarita라이브 바카라 father (who had worked for the railway) reacted when his boss swore at him, 바카라 웹사이트then 바카라 웹사이트Ram 바카라 웹사이트Dai would immediately tell you바카라 웹사이트that바카라 웹사이트he바카라 웹사이트got enraged and told off his boss, ‘I’m not your servant but a servant of the government. You don’t intimidate me. Look here, if you insult me again, I’m going to break your jaw.’ Then it happened. His boss went ahead and insulted Sarita라이브 바카라 father, and so Sarita라이브 바카라 father punched him in the neck so hard that this man라이브 바카라 hat fell to the floor and he almost collapsed. But he didn’t. His boss was a big man — he stepped forward and with his army boot kicked Sarita라이브 바카라 father in the stomach with such force that his spleen burst and he fell down right there near the railroad tracks and died. The government tried the man and ordered him to pay 500 rupees to Sarita라이브 바카라 mother, but fate was unkind: Sarita라이브 바카라 mother developed a love for gambling and in less than five months wasted all the money Sarita라이브 바카라 mother was always telling this바카라 웹사이트story, 바카라 웹사이트but no one knew whether it was true. No one in the building felt any sympathy for her, perhaps because their lives were so difficult that they had no time to think about others. No one had any friends. 바카라 웹사이트Most of the men바카라 웹사이트slept during바카라 웹사이트the day and worked nights바카라 웹사이트in the nearby바카라 웹사이트factory. 바카라 웹사이트Everyone lived right on top of one another, and yet no one took any interest in anyone else.
Almost everyone in the building knew that 바카라 웹사이트Sarita라이브 바카라 mother was forcing her young daughter to be a prostitute, but because they weren’t in the habit of concerning themselves with others, no one ever contradicted Sarita라이브 바카라 mother when바카라 웹사이트she would바카라 웹사이트lie바카라 웹사이트about바카라 웹사이트how innocent바카라 웹사이트her daughter was. Once when Tukaram harassed Sarita by the water spigot one early morning, Sarita라이브 바카라 mother started screeching at Tukaram라이브 바카라 wife, ‘Why can’t you keep track of that dirty rat? I pray to God he goes blind for eyeing my little girl like that. I’m telling you the truth, someday I’m going to smack him so hard he won’t know up from down. If he wants to raise hell somewhere else, that라이브 바카라 fine, but if he wants to live here, he라이브 바카라 going to have to behave like a respectable person, got it?’
Hearing this, Tukaram라이브 바카라 squint-eyed wife rushed out of her room tying on her sari. ‘Watch out, you old witch, if you say anything else!’ she said. ‘Your little angel flirts with even hotel boys. You think we’re all blind — you don’t think we know about that fine character who comes to your place and why your little Sarita gets dressed up and goes out? You — going on about honour — you must be kidding! Go! Get out of here!’
Tukaram라이브 바카라 wife was notorious for many things, but every single person in the building knew about her relationship with the kerosene seller, 바카라 웹사이트about how she would call him inside and close the door. Sarita라이브 바카라 mother made it a point to mention this. In a spiteful voice, she harped, ‘And your gigolo, the kerosene seller? You take him into your room for two hours just to sniff his kerosene?’
And yet Sarita라이브 바카라 mother and Tukaram라이브 바카라 wife wouldn’t stay angry for long. One day Sarita라이브 바카라 mother saw Tukaram라이브 바카라 wife whispering sweet nothings to some man in the darkness of night, and the very next day when Tukaram라이브 바카라 wife was coming back from Pydhoni, she saw Sarita seated with a ‘gentleman friend’ in a car, and so the two agreed that they were even and began talking to each other again.
‘You didn’t see Sarita anywhere, did you?’ Sarita라이브 바카라 mother asked Tukaram라이브 바카라 wife. Tukaram라이브 바카라 wife looked through her squinty eyes towards the alley라이브 바카라 corner. ‘She라이브 바카라 playing with her friend over by the trash heap.’ Then she whispered, ‘Just a minute ago Kishori went upstairs, did you see him?’
Sarita라이브 바카라 mother glanced right and left. 바카라 웹사이트Then she whispered, ‘I just asked him to sit down, but Sarita라이브 바카라 always disappearing right when she라이브 바카라 needed. She doesn’t ever think, she doesn’t understand anything. All she wants to do is play all day.’ Then she headed off towards the trash heap, and when she reached the concrete urinal, she went up to Sarita, who immediately stood up and a despondent expression spread over her face. 바카라 웹사이트Sarita라이브 바카라 mother angrily grabbed her by the arm and said, ‘Go home — get going! All you do is horse around, you good-for-nothing.’ Then as they were on their way home, she whispered, ‘Kishori라이브 바카라 been waiting. He brought a rich man with a car. So listen. Hurry and run upstairs. Put on that blue georgette sari. And look, your hair라이브 바카라 all messed up. Get ready quick, and I’ll fix your hair.’ Sarita was very happy to hear that a 바카라 웹사이트rich man with a 바카라 웹사이트car had come. 바카라 웹사이트She didn’t care about the man but she really바카라 웹사이트liked car바카라 웹사이트rides. 바카라 웹사이트When she was in바카라 웹사이트a 바카라 웹사이트car speeding through the empty바카라 웹사이트streets, 바카라 웹사이트the바카라 웹사이트wind whipping바카라 웹사이트over her face, she felt as though she had been transformed into a rampaging whirlwind. Sarita must not have been any older than fifteen, but she acted like a thirteen-year-old. She hated spending time with women and having to talk to them. All day long she kept busy playing meaningless games with younger girls. For example, she really liked to draw chalk lines on the alley라이브 바카라 black asphalt, and she would play this game with so much concentration that it seemed as though the world would end if those crooked lines weren’t there. 바카라 웹사이트Or she would take an old gunnysack from their room and spend hours engrossed with her바카라 웹사이트friends on바카라 웹사이트the바카라 웹사이트footpath — twisting it around, laying it on the pavement, sitting on it, and such childish things.
Sarita wasn’t beautiful or fair-skinned. 바카라 웹사이트Her face바카라 웹사이트was바카라 웹사이트always바카라 웹사이트glossy바카라 웹사이트because바카라 웹사이트of바카라 웹사이트Bombay라이브 바카라바카라 웹사이트humid climate, her thin바카라 웹사이트lips바카라 웹사이트looked like바카라 웹사이트the바카라 웹사이트brown skin of the chikku바카라 웹사이트fruit바카라 웹사이트and were always lightly quavering, and above her upper lip, you could always find바카라 웹사이트three or바카라 웹사이트four glistening beads바카라 웹사이트of sweat. And yet she was healthy. Although she lived in a dirty neighbourhood, her body was graceful and fit — in fact, you could say that she embodied youth itself. She was short and a little chubby, but this chubbiness made her seem only healthier, and when she rushed about the streets, if her dirty dress should fly up, passing men would look at her young calves that gleamed like smooth teak. Her pores were like those of an orange, its skin filled with juice, which, if you applied the slightest pressure, would squirt up into your eyes. She was that fresh.
Sarita had good-looking arms as well. Even though she wore a poorly fitting blouse, the beauty of her shoulders was still visible. Her hair was long and thick and always smelled of coconut oil, and her braid snapped like a whip against her back. Sarita didn’t like the length of her hair because her braid gave her problems when she played, and she had tried all sorts of ways to hold it in place.
Sarita was blissfully free from worry. She got two meals a 바카라 웹사이트day, 바카라 웹사이트and her mother did all바카라 웹사이트the바카라 웹사이트work at바카라 웹사이트home. 바카라 웹사이트Sarita carried out only two duties: 바카라 웹사이트every morning she would fill up buckets of water and take them inside, and in the evening she would fill up the lamps with a drop or two of oil. This had been her strict routine for years, and so each evening, 바카라 웹사이트without thinking, 바카라 웹사이트she would바카라 웹사이트reach for the바카라 웹사이트tea saucer in which they kept their coins and grab one before taking the lamp down to buy oil.
Once바카라 웹사이트in a 바카라 웹사이트while, 바카라 웹사이트about바카라 웹사이트four or바카라 웹사이트five바카라 웹사이트times바카라 웹사이트a 바카라 웹사이트month, 바카라 웹사이트Kishori would바카라 웹사이트bring customers, 바카라 웹사이트and the men would바카라 웹사이트take바카라 웹사이트Sarita off바카라 웹사이트to a 바카라 웹사이트hotel or바카라 웹사이트some바카라 웹사이트dark바카라 웹사이트place, 바카라 웹사이트and바카라 웹사이트she considered this good entertainment. She never bothered much about these바카라 웹사이트nights, 바카라 웹사이트perhaps바카라 웹사이트because바카라 웹사이트she thought바카라 웹사이트that some guy like Kishori must go to other girls’ houses too. 바카라 웹사이트Perhaps she바카라 웹사이트imagined that바카라 웹사이트all girls had바카라 웹사이트to go out바카라 웹사이트with rich guys바카라 웹사이트to 바카라 웹사이트Worli바카라 웹사이트to바카라 웹사이트sit on cold바카라 웹사이트benches, or바카라 웹사이트to the wet sand of Juhu Beach. Whatever happened to her must happen to everyone, right? One day when Kishori brought a regular john, Sarita said to her mother, ‘Mom, Shanta라이브 바카라 old enough now. Send her out with me, okay? This one always orders me eggs, and Shanta really likes eggs.’ Her mother replied evasively, ‘Okay, okay, I’ll send her out once her mom comes back from Pune.’ The next day Sarita saw Shanta coming back from the open toilet, and she told her the good news, ‘When your mom comes back from Pune, everything라이브 바카라 going to work out. You’ll start coming with me to Worli.’ Then Sarita told the story of what had happened one recent night, making it sound like a wonderful dream. Shanta was two years younger than Sarita, and after listening to Sarita라이브 바카라 story, she felt a ripple of excitement course through her body. She wanted to hear even more, so she grabbed Sarita라이브 바카라 arm and said, ‘Come on, let라이브 바카라 바카라 웹사이트go 바카라 웹사이트outside.’ 바카라 웹사이트They went down near the open toilet where Girdhari, the shopkeeper, had put out ten rupees 17dirty pieces of coconut to dry on gunnysacks. There they gossiped for hours.
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Behind a makeshift curtain, Sarita was putting on her blue georgette sari. The cloth gave her goose bumps, and the thought of the upcoming car ride excited her. She didn’t stop to think about what the man would be like or where they would go, but as she quickly changed she hoped that the car ride wouldn’t be so short that before she knew it, she would be standing in front of the door to some hotel room where once inside, the john would start drinking and she would begin to feel claustrophobic. She hated those suffocating rooms with their two iron beds on which she could never get a good sleep.바카라 웹사이트
Smoothing out her sari라이브 바카라 wrinkles, she let Kishori look at her for a second, then asked him, ‘Kishori, how do I look? Is the sari okay from behind?’ Without waiting for an answer, she went over to the broken wooden chest where she kept her Japanese powder and rouge. She set her rusted mirror up against the window라이브 바카라 iron bars, and bending over a little to look at her reflection there, she put powder and purple-tinged rouge on her dusky cheeks. When she was ready, she smiled and looked at Kishori for his approval. Then she haphazardly covered her lips in lipstick. The sum effect was that she looked like one of those clay dolls that appear in toy sellers’ stores over Diwali.바카라 웹사이트
Sarita라이브 바카라 mother came in, quickly fixed Sarita라이브 바카라 hair, and said to her daughter, ‘Look, my little girl, remember to talk like a grown-up, and do whatever he says. This man is very rich, okay? He even has his own car.’ Then she turned to Kishori, ‘Now, quickly, take her out. The poor man! Just think how long he라이브 바카라 been waiting!’
Outside in the bazaar, 바카라 웹사이트there바카라 웹사이트was a factory바카라 웹사이트wall stretching into the distance on바카라 웹사이트which바카라 웹사이트a바카라 웹사이트small바카라 웹사이트sign바카라 웹사이트read, 바카라 웹사이트‘NO URINATING’. Next to this sign, there was a parked yellow car in which three바카라 웹사이트young men from바카라 웹사이트Hyderabad were sitting, each one covering바카라 웹사이트his nose바카라 웹사이트with a 바카라 웹사이트hanky. 바카라 웹사이트(They 바카라 웹사이트would 바카라 웹사이트have 바카라 웹사이트moved 바카라 웹사이트the 바카라 웹사이트car, 바카라 웹사이트but 바카라 웹사이트the 바카라 웹사이트wall 바카라 웹사이트went 바카라 웹사이트on 바카라 웹사이트for a long way and the stench of piss ran its entire length.) When the driver saw Kishori, he said to his friends, ‘Hey, he라이브 바카라 coming. Kishori. And . . . and . . . hey, this girl라이브 바카라 really young! Guys, look — the one in the blue sari.’
When 바카라 웹사이트Kishori and Sarita came up to the바카라 웹사이트car, the two men in the back seat picked up their hats and cleared space between them for Sarita. Kishori stepped forward, opened the back door and quickly pushed Sarita inside. Then he closed the door and said to the guy behind the wheel, ‘Sorry it took so long. She had gone to see a friend. So . . . so . . .?’ The young man turned around to look at Sarita and then said to Kishori, ‘Okay, then. But, look . . .’ He stuck his head out of the window and whispered to Kishori, ‘She won’t put up a fuss, will she?’
Kishori put his hand on his heart. ‘Sir, please trust me.’ The young man took two rupees out of his pocket and gave it to Kishori. ‘Go enjoy yourselves,’ Kishori said and waved goodbye. Then the driver started the car.바카라 웹사이트
It was바카라 웹사이트five바카라 웹사이트in바카라 웹사이트the바카라 웹사이트evening, and바카라 웹사이트traffic filled바카라 웹사이트the Bombay바카라 웹사이트streets — cars, trams, buses, and people were everywhere. Sarita didn’t say anything as she sat scrunched between the two men. She squeezed her thighs together and rested her hands on her lap, and several times just as she had built up the courage to say something, she would suddenly stop. She wanted to tell the driver, ‘Sir, please drive quickly. I’m about to suffocate back here.’
No one said anything for quite바카라 웹사이트some바카라 웹사이트time; 바카라 웹사이트the바카라 웹사이트driver watched the road, and the men in the back seat were silent as they thought anxiously about how for the first time they were sitting so close to a young girl, one who was theirs, one with whom they could mess around without getting into any trouble.
The driver had been living in Bombay for two years and had picked up girls like Sarita both during the day and at night; he had had many prostitutes in his yellow car and so wasn’t nervous in the least. His two friends had come from Hyderabad: Shahab wanted to experience all that the big city had to offer, and so Kifayat, the owner of the car, had bought Sarita through Kishori. Kifayat 바카라 웹사이트had 바카라 웹사이트said 바카라 웹사이트to 바카라 웹사이트his second friend, Anwar, ‘You know, there’d be nothing wrong 바카라 웹사이트if 바카라 웹사이트you 바카라 웹사이트got 바카라 웹사이트one 바카라 웹사이트for 바카라 웹사이트yourself.’ 바카라 웹사이트But 바카라 웹사이트Anwar thought바카라 웹사이트it wrong and couldn’t바카라 웹사이트bring바카라 웹사이트himself to바카라 웹사이트consent. 바카라 웹사이트Kifayat had never seen Sarita before, and despite the novelty she presented, he wasn’t interested in her just then, since he couldn’t very well drive and look at her at the same time.
Once they left the city and바카라 웹사이트entered the suburbs, Sarita sprang to life. The cool wind rushing over the speeding car soothed her, and she felt fresh and full of energy again. In fact, she could barely contain herself: she began to tap her feet, sway her arms, and drum her fingers as she glanced back and forth at the trees that streamed past the road. Anwar and Shahab were becoming more relaxed, and Shahab felt he could do whatever he wanted with Sarita. He reached around her waist, and suddenly Sarita felt someone tickling her. She sprang away, wriggling close to Anwar, and her laughter trailed from the car라이브 바카라 windows far into the distance. Again Shahab reached out for Sarita, and she doubled over, laughing so hard that she could hardly breathe, 바카라 웹사이트forcing 바카라 웹사이트Anwar to scrunch바카라 웹사이트against the바카라 웹사이트car바카라 웹사이트door and try to maintain his composure.
Shahab was in ecstasy, and he said to Kifayat, ‘By God, she라이브 바카라 really spunky!’ Then he pinched her thigh very hard, and 바카라 웹사이트Sarita reacted바카라 웹사이트impulsively, 바카라 웹사이트twisting Anwar라이브 바카라 ear바카라 웹사이트for no바카라 웹사이트reason바카라 웹사이트other than he바카라 웹사이트was closest. 바카라 웹사이트Everyone burst out바카라 웹사이트laughing. Kifayat kept looking over his shoulder even though he could see everything in the rearview mirror. He sped up, trying to keep pace with the laughter in the back seat.
Sarita wanted to get out and sit on the car라이브 바카라 hood next to바카라 웹사이트its iron바카라 웹사이트fixture shaped바카라 웹사이트like a flying바카라 웹사이트bird. 바카라 웹사이트She바카라 웹사이트leaned forward, Shahab poked바카라 웹사이트her, 바카라 웹사이트and 바카라 웹사이트Sarita바카라 웹사이트threw her arms바카라 웹사이트around Kifayat라이브 바카라 neck in order to keep바카라 웹사이트her balance. Without thinking, 바카라 웹사이트Kifayat kissed her hand, 바카라 웹사이트and 바카라 웹사이트Sarita라이브 바카라 entire body tingled. She jumped over the seat to sit next to Kifayat where she began to play with his necktie. ‘What라이브 바카라 your name?’ she asked.
‘Me? I’m Kifayat.’ Then he took out ten rupees from his pocket and gave it to her.바카라 웹사이트
The money distracted Sarita, and she instantly forgot what Kifayat had said as she took the note and crammed it into her bra. She was a child — ignorant and happy. ‘That was very nice of you,’ she said. ‘And your necktie라이브 바카라 nice too.’바카라 웹사이트
Sarita was in such a good mood that she liked everything she saw. She wanted to believe that even bad things could be redeemed, she wanted the car to continue speeding along, and she wanted everything to fall into the whirlwind.바카라 웹사이트
Suddenly she wanted to sing. She stopped playing with Kifayat라이브 바카라 tie and sang, ‘It was you who taught me how to love/and woke my sleeping heart.’
After singing this film song for a while, Sarita suddenly turned around and said to Anwar, ‘Why are you so quiet? Why don’t you say something? 바카라 웹사이트Why don’t you sing something?’ Then she jumped into the back seat and began to run her fingers through Shahab라이브 바카라 hair and said to him, ‘Let라이브 바카라 sing together. Do you remember that song Devika Rani sang, “I wish I could be a bird singing through the forests”? I really like Devika Rani.’ Then she put her hands together, propped them beneath her chin, and batting her eyelashes began 바카라 웹사이트to 바카라 웹사이트tell 바카라 웹사이트the 바카라 웹사이트story, 바카라 웹사이트‘Ashok 바카라 웹사이트Kumar 바카라 웹사이트and 바카라 웹사이트Devika 바카라 웹사이트Rani 바카라 웹사이트were standing next to each other, and Devika Rani said, “I wish I could be a bird singing through the forests”, and Ashok Kumar said . . .’ Suddenly Sarita turned to Shahab, ‘Sing along, okay?’바카라 웹사이트
Sarita began to sing, ‘I wish I could be a bird singing through the forests’. And in a coarse voice, Shahab repeated the same.바카라 웹사이트
Then they all began singing together. Kifayat began honking the horn to the song라이브 바카라 rhythm, and Sarita followed the beat by clapping. Sarita라이브 바카라 feminine voice mixed with Shahab라이브 바카라 raspy바카라 웹사이트one, 바카라 웹사이트as well as바카라 웹사이트the바카라 웹사이트horn라이브 바카라 honking, the바카라 웹사이트wind라이브 바카라 rushing, and the engine라이브 바카라 rumbling — it all sounded like the music of a small orchestra.바카라 웹사이트
Sarita was happy — Shahab바카라 웹사이트was happy — Kifayat was happy — and seeing them all happy made Anwar happy too, 바카라 웹사이트and yet바카라 웹사이트he was embarrassed바카라 웹사이트for having been so inhibited. He felt a tingling sensation in his arms, and his repressed emotions awoke: he stretched loudly, yawned, and then felt ready to join in the revelry.
As she sang, Sarita took Anwar라이브 바카라 hat from his head, put it on and then jumped into the front seat to look at herself in the rearview mirror. Seeing Sarita wearing his hat, Anwar couldn’t remember whether he had been wearing it from the beginning of the car ride. He felt disoriented.
Sarita 바카라 웹사이트slapped 바카라 웹사이트Kifayat라이브 바카라 바카라 웹사이트thigh 바카라 웹사이트and 바카라 웹사이트asked, 바카라 웹사이트‘If 바카라 웹사이트I 바카라 웹사이트put 바카라 웹사이트on 바카라 웹사이트your pants, and wore your shirt and tie, would I look like a well-dressed businessman?’바카라 웹사이트
But 바카라 웹사이트this 바카라 웹사이트talk 바카라 웹사이트of 바카라 웹사이트cross-dressing 바카라 웹사이트upset 바카라 웹사이트Shahab, 바카라 웹사이트and 바카라 웹사이트he 바카라 웹사이트shook Anwar라이브 바카라 arm, ‘By God, you’re such an idiot to have given her the hat!’ Anwar took these words to heart. He thought for a moment that he really was an idiot.바카라 웹사이트
‘What라이브 바카라 your name?’ Kifayat asked Sarita.바카라 웹사이트
‘My name?’ Sarita took the hat라이브 바카라 elastic cord and strapped it in beneath her chin. ‘Sarita.’
‘Sarita, you’re not a woman but a firecracker,’ Shahab said. Anwar wanted to say something, but Sarita 바카라 웹사이트began 바카라 웹사이트to 바카라 웹사이트sing in a loud voice, ‘I’m going to build my house in the City of Love and forget the rest of the world!’바카라 웹사이트
Kifayat and Shahab felt transported, but Anwar still couldn’t get over his nerves. Sarita kept singing, ‘I’m going to build my house in the City of Love and forget the rest of the world . . .’ and she stretched out the last word for as long as her breath lasted. 바카라 웹사이트Her long hair was blowing back and forth, and it looked like a column of thick smoke spreading in the breeze. She was happy.
Sarita was happy — Shahab was happy — Kifayat was바카라 웹사이트happy —and Anwar once again tried to join in, but when the song ended, everyone felt as though a shower of rain had suddenly stopped.
Kifayat asked Sarita to sing another song.
Yeah, one more,’ Shahab encouraged her. ‘If they could only hear us now!’
Sarita began to sing, ‘Ali has come to my courtyard. 바카라 웹사이트I’m staggering from joy!’ 바카라 웹사이트Hearing these lyrics, Kifayat began swerving the car from side to side. Then suddenly the winding road ended, and they found themselves near the sea. The sun was setting, and the breeze off the ocean was becoming colder by the minute.’
Kifayat stopped the car. Sarita got out and set off running down the beach, and Kifayat and Shahab joined her. She ran upon the wet sand by the tall palm trees that rose along the ocean라이브 바카라 open vista, and she wondered what it was she wanted — she wanted to fade into the horizon, dissolve into the water, and soar so high into the sky that the palm trees stood beneath her; she wanted to absorb the sand라이브 바카라 moisture through her feet, and . . . and . . . the car, the speed, the lash of the rushing air . . . she felt transported.
The three young men from Hyderabad sat down on the wet sand and began to drink beer, but then Sarita grabbed a bottle from Kifayat and said, ‘Wait, let me pour you some.’
Sarita poured so quickly that the beer라이브 바카라 head rose over the glass라이브 바카라 edge, and this pleased her extraordinarily. She dipped her finger into the beer and licked off the foam, but it was very bitter and she immediately puckered her lips. Kifayat and Shahab burst out laughing.바카라 웹사이트
When he couldn’t stop, Kifayat had to look away to calm himself, and then he saw that Anwar too was laughing. They had six bottles — some they poured quickly so that his head overflowed their glasses and its foam disappeared into the sand, and some they actually managed to drink. Sarita kept singing, and once when Anwar looked at her, he imagined that she was made of beer. The damp sea breeze was glistening on바카라 웹사이트her dark바카라 웹사이트cheeks. She바카라 웹사이트was very 바카라 웹사이트happy, 바카라 웹사이트and now Anwar was too. He wished that the ocean라이브 바카라 water would change into beer, and then he would dive in with Sarita. Sarita picked up two empty bottles and banged them against each other. They clanged loudly, and she burst out laughing, and everyone followed suit.바카라 웹사이트
‘Let라이브 바카라 go for a drive,’ she suggested to Kifayat. They left the bottles right there on the wet sand and raced ahead to the car to their seats. Kifayat started the engine and off they went. Soon the wind was rushing over them and Sarita라이브 바카라 long hair streamed up, over her head. They began to sing. 바카라 웹사이트The바카라 웹사이트car바카라 웹사이트sped, lurching down바카라 웹사이트the바카라 웹사이트road, 바카라 웹사이트and 바카라 웹사이트Sarita kept바카라 웹사이트singing where바카라 웹사이트she바카라 웹사이트sat바카라 웹사이트in바카라 웹사이트the바카라 웹사이트back바카라 웹사이트seat between Anwar, 바카라 웹사이트who was바카라 웹사이트dozing, 바카라 웹사이트and 바카라 웹사이트Shahab. 바카라 웹사이트Mischievously, she바카라 웹사이트started to run바카라 웹사이트her바카라 웹사이트fingers through 바카라 웹사이트Shahab라이브 바카라 hair, yet the only effect of this was that it lulled him to sleep. 바카라 웹사이트Sarita바카라 웹사이트turned back to look바카라 웹사이트at바카라 웹사이트Anwar,바카라 웹사이트and when she saw that he was still sleeping, she jumped into the바카라 웹사이트front seat바카라 웹사이트and whispered to Kifayat, ‘I’ve put your friends to sleep. Now it라이브 바카라 your turn.’
Kifayat smiled. ‘Then who’ll drive?’바카라 웹사이트
‘The car will drive itself,’ Sarita answered, smiling. The two바카라 웹사이트lost바카라 웹사이트track바카라 웹사이트of time바카라 웹사이트as they바카라 웹사이트talked바카라 웹사이트with바카라 웹사이트each other, and before they realized it, they found themselves back in the bazaar where Kishori had ushered Sarita into the car. When they got to the factory wall with the ‘NO URINATING’ sign, Sarita said, ‘Okay, stop here.’바카라 웹사이트
Kifayat stopped the car, and before he could say or do anything 바카라 웹사이트Sarita got out, 바카라 웹사이트waved goodbye and바카라 웹사이트headed to바카라 웹사이트her home. With his hands still on the wheel, Kifayat was replaying in바카라 웹사이트his바카라 웹사이트mind all that had just happened when 바카라 웹사이트Sarita stopped and turned around. She returned to the car, removed the ten-rupee note from her bra and dropped it onto the seat next to him. Startled, he looked at the note. ‘What라이브 바카라 this, Sarita?’
‘This money — why should I take it?’ she said before she turned and took off running. Kifayat stared in disbelief at the note, and when he turned to the back seat, his friends were fast asleep.
(Saadat Hasan Manto was one of the renowned Urdu fiction writers, known for writing some masterpieces like ‘Thanda Gosht’, ‘Khol Do’ and ‘Toba Tek Singh’. Excerpted from Bombay Stories by Saadat Hasan Manto,
translated by Matt Reeck and Aftab Ahmad, with permission from
Penguin Random House India)
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