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NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE - Novels
by Anjali Deshpande
in
English Moral Stories
It was morning again. The loud trumpeting of the bus hurtling past his house broadcast the news and the noisy clanking of iron poles dropping one on another onto the back of a tempo confirmed it. He guessed that the tent supplier’s family across the narrow lane was about to bring home another thick wad of currency notes. Just how much money people have begun to make, he thought, still lying abed, to splurge on parties, engagements, weddings, naming a newborn, birthdays and anniversaries. It no longer mattered whether the gods slept or were up and about; tents kept springing up on roads and in parks.
NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 1 It was morning again. The loud trumpeting of the bus hurtling past his house broadcast the news and the noisy clanking of iron poles dropping one on another onto the back of ...Read Moretempo confirmed it. He guessed that the tent supplier’s family across the narrow lane was about to bring home another thick wad of currency notes. Just how much money people have begun to make, he thought, still lying abed, to splurge on parties, engagements, weddings, naming a newborn, birthdays and anniversaries. It no longer mattered whether the gods slept or
NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 2 He checked his wallet. Only a hundred rupees and some change. He would need petrol. Gone were the days when he could stock up his bike without much thought to the price ...Read Morefuel. Now he rarely got his tank filled. Two litres or three. That was enough. Even the motorcycle sits on the pavement, idle like him. He raced through the crowded lanes, dodging rickshaws, grazing one gleaming white car in a crowded lane and hurling back abuses at the nattily dressed owner at the wheel. He felt good. Had been a
NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 3 Nitesh had once told him that handling such small ego problems is of prime significance in rural areas. He heard the ASI tell the villager in the dirty white dhoti, “Tauji, you ...Read Moredon’t you, you know everything. I am only doing my duty. You will have to bring these boys to the thana to record the statement”. “We will take a call on that. The boys have already told you what they had to. We don’t want thana kachahari,” said another sulky faced old man in a pajama. “What have we done?
NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 4 He saw no one as he passed the farmhouse, slowing down automatically. Then he caught a glimpse of a woman sitting alone against the wall of the farmhouse. He drove past but ...Read Morepulled him back. He could not say what it was, a restless energy, a lurking response of a cop to a crime, a regret for not having beaten back the unnecessary aggression of those young raw men, uncouth in their pajamas, simmering discontent at not having taken up the challenge those anarchic villagers had thrown at him. He slowed down,
NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 5 In Adhirath’s view the assurance he had given Ramwati was like the ritual consolations offered the bereaved the intention of keeping which is as weak as the expectation of its being kept. ...Read Morehad not been able to talk to Nitesh either. However, the next day his restlessness began to grow so he left the house again heading straight to the nearest English Wine and Beer shop. Peeling away from the crowd outside the booze shop he tucked in the half bottle, the addha under his shirt. As he strode back to the