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own appetite, and ate and
          drank very little. There

          was no money coming in.
          He had his savings in a
          bank in Tehri, but it was
          a terrible thing to have
          to dip into them! To save
          money, he had dismissed
          the blundering Rajaram.

          So, he was left without
          any company. The roof
          leaked, and the wind got in
          through the corrugated tin
          sheets, but Ram Bharosa

          didn’t care.

          Bijju and Binya passed his shop almost every day.
          Bijju went by with a loud but tuneless whistle. He was one of the
          world’s whistlers; cares rested lightly on his shoulders.
                                                                                         Why did Binya
          But, strangely enough, Binya crept quietly past the shop, looking              creep past Ram
                                                                                                       Just a Minute!
          the other way, almost as though she was in some way responsible                Bharosa’s shop?
          for the misery of Ram Bharosa.


          She kept reasoning with herself, telling herself that the umbrella was her very own, and
          that she couldn’t help it if others were jealous of it. But had she loved the umbrella too
          much? Had it mattered more to her than people mattered? She couldn’t help feeling that
          in a small way she was the cause of the sad look on Ram Bharosa’s face (‘His face is a yard
          long,’ said Bijju) and the ruinous condition of his shop. It was all due to his own greed, no
          doubt; but she didn’t want him to feel too bad about what he’d done, because it made her

          feel bad about herself; and so she closed the umbrella whenever she came near the shop,
          opening it again only when she was out of sight.

          One day towards the end of October, when she had ten paise in her pocket, she entered the
          shop and asked the old man for a toffee.

          She was Ram Bharosa’s first customer in almost two weeks. He looked suspiciously at the
          girl. Had she come to taunt him, to flaunt the umbrella            dismissed: sent away

          in his face? She had placed her coin on the counter.               blundering: making careless mistakes
          Perhaps it was a bad coin. Ram Bharosa picked it up                corrugated: (of a material or surface)
          and bit it; he held it up to the light; he rang it on the          shaped into a series of parallel ridges
                                                                             and grooves so as to give strength
          ground. It was a good coin. He gave Binya the toffee.              flaunt: display (something) especially in
                                                                             order to provoke envy or admiration

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