The Cloud-Capped Star Page #3

Lessons to be taught

We're going out. I'll do the tuition

on the way back

It won't work. I can't manage

without a job

No, you mustn't

But I can't get a scholarship

After so much work

Just a few more months

And then?

Then I'll get a job

And with your earnings...

It makes no difference

You're so gifted

- That picture in my room...

- The two kids?

Me and Brother

Once we went up to the hills

We got up before dawn to see the

sunrise from a peak. How hard it was

But when the sun came...

I can't explain the thrill

Brother used to tease me:

"She wants to catch the moon"

He still teases me

Neeta, you're just not cut out

to endure all this

Then keep me in a glass case,

like a wax doll

I'll be late for tuition

That's why I come to you,

you make my worries vanish

No cause for alarm, just a broken bone

Neeta, a word with you

Such an injury in old age...

it'll take long to mend

You'll have to run the household

from now on

I'll give a sedative,

it'll last until morning

What brings you here? Weren't you

finishing your studies this year?

I couldn't. I've had to take a job

You'd better spin a new yarn

about your rent

- I said yesterday...

- "You'll get it as soon as I do"

Do you take us for your benefactor,

to rest on our shoulder?

Why not get a job. Settle down in life

You'll never understand suffering

for an ideal

I asked your friend Saroj

what could be done about it

What did he say?

National Chemical, Joy Engineering,

Jagat Hosiery

Three jobs just waiting for you...

...and you're researching hot air

in the atmosphere

Sir, the lady's here

Your ideal is here

What a time I've had.

Luckily, I got a job

The way things are after

Father's accident...

I can't say I like it.

Why abandon your studies?

What can I do?

So many at home, all counting on me

Walk me to the station

Praise to the Goddess of Learning,

bestower of perseverance

And four annas for me, for a shave

Goddess of Learning,

Mother of the Universe

It will be unbearable if I do research

while you work

I'll work and you study.

I can easily get a job

Then our wedding...

Can't happen now

How can it? If I leave the household...

My father, brothers and sister...

Shankar's a rascal, why support him?

You don't understand him at all

One day he will be big,

and you will, too

I pin my hopes on both of you

Then my time will come

That means, until then...

We must wait

Why should we wait?

Don't be silly

I'll drop by in a day or two

I have a question

Come along

A singer can certainly afford a shave

Have you shorn off your sense

of shame, too?

What shame?

The lot of you living off one sister,

destroying her future

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