own stupidity in not anticipating such a turn of events.
He said: ‘Good-bye, Satish.’
Satish was absolutely certain that nothing could make Jagamohan change his mind, so he had to take his leave, after having spent his eighteen years of life in his uncle’s company.
When Satish had put his books and bedding on the top of the carriage, and driven away, Jagamohan shut the door of his room, and flung himself on the floor. When evening came, and the old servant knocked at the door with the lighted lamp, he got no answer.
Alas for the greatest happiness of the greatest number! The estimate in number is not the only measure of human affairs. The man who counts ‘one’ may go beyond all arithmetic when the heart does the sum. When Satish took his departure, he at once became infinite to Jagamohan.
Satish went into a students’ lodging to share a room with one of his friends. Harimohan shed tears while meditating on the neglect of filial duties in this god-forsaken age. Harimohan had a very tender heart.
After the partition, Purandar dedicated a room in their portion of the house to the family god.
