"Doctor! Doctor!"
It teased me. This half of the night -
I opened my eyes and saw our landlord, Dakshinacharan Babu. I stood up quickly, pulled my broken back, let him sit down, and looked anxiously at his face.I looked at the clock, it was 2:30 in the morning.
Dakshinachraran Babu He said with a pale face, "The same nuisance has started again tonight - your medicine didn't help."
I said hesitantly, "I think you've increased your alcohol level again."
Dakshinacharan Babu became very annoyed and said, "That is your grave mistake. It is not alcohol; unless you hear the whole story, you will not be able to guess the real reason."
In the niche, a small tin can of kerosene was burning like a bath, I stirred it up; a little light came on and a lot of smoke started coming out. I pulled the blanket over my body and sat on a newspaper-paper-sheet packing box. Dakshinacharan Babu started saying-
A housewife like my first wife was very rare. But I was not old then, I had a lot of money, and I had studied poetry well, so I did not mind being an unmixed housewife. That verse of Kalidasa almost came to mind-
Housewife Secretary: Friend
Myth: Dear disciple Lally is a Kalavidhou.