trifling loss. I will not stop to pick up my broken bowl. I will march forward, albeit with unsatisfied heart.
The Bara Rani came and asked me: 'What is the meaning, brother, of all these books being packed up and sent off in box-loads?'
'It only means,' I replied, 'that I have not yet been able to get over my fondness for them.'
'I only wish you would keep your fondness for some other things as well! Do you mean you are never coming back home?'
'I shall be coming and going, but shall not immure myself here any more.'
'Oh indeed! Then just come along to my room and see how many things I have been unable to shake off my fondness for.' With this she took me by the hand and marched me off.
In my sister-in-law's rooms I found numberless boxes and bundles ready packed. She opened one of the boxes and said: "See, brother, look at all my pan-making things. In this bottle I have catechu powder scented with the pollen of screw-pine blossoms. These little tin boxes are all for different kinds of spices. I have not forgotten my playing cards and draught-board either. If you two are over-busy, I shall manage to make other friends there, who will give me a game. Do you remember this comb? It was one of the Swadeshi combs you brought for me....'
