She used to be the robber's wife. Since Soukhi's father died, she has been known as the robber's mother.
....The robber's mother doesn't sleep well. Does she know when there will be a knock on the door in the middle of the night? If there is a loud knock three times, it means that the gang has come to give money. If there is another knock after three times, it means that Soukhi has returned home himself. The son's strict order again - 'Open the door right away or else. Be careful. I will wait as long as it takes to take ten breaths. Then open the door.'... There are many other types of knocking.
How many times has it happened, how many times has it changed? Who can you trust in this world? The police can be stopped; but when sin enters the mind of someone in the party, it is difficult to stop him. The days are different. I heard from Soukhi's father that in those days, after someone in the party was injured and caught, he would hold his tongue in his own hands.
They cut it off - for fear that he might tell the police about the party. And look at this day and age! Saukhi has been in jail for five years now; for the first two years, the party members used to give him money every month; after three years, they stopped giving him money. How could this have happened in the past? Had the concept of right and wrong, duty and non-duty, been completely removed from the world? How many times had Saukhi's father gone to jail; Saukhi too had to do with it.
He has been imprisoned twice before; the party members have never used him like this before. The money arrived in less than a month - sometimes in advance - three or four months at a time. But look at this! The party members did not even take a peek to see if a family had been ruined due to lack of money! The previous wife was in good health. Soukhi's current wife is sickly. On top of that
After having a son, his body was completely broken. When Saukhi was caught once, his wife's son was in his stomach. Yes, the grandson is four or five years old. What a fool he was. The one whose father's name makes the Chowkidar Saheb tremble, even the Daroga Saheb never dared to insult his father,
She can't even get two meals a day! Oh my! This wife can't work with that skinny body. I am an old man, I go from house to house and sell two khai-muri. It's hard to feed myself with that. What's more, I have to send my daughter-in-law to her father's house. Besides, she is a girl from Gayla's house. We can't even do the work of a maid. Who would keep her if we did? Can anyone trust Saukhi's mother and wife? Otherwise, wouldn't I want to live with my daughter-in-law and grandson? The son-in-law's two buffaloesThere is. Still, the stomachs of the wife and grandson are dripping with milk. Their bodies need milk. And after a year, Saukhi will get a break. Then he will bring the wife and wrap her in silver jewelry. I will show the people of the neighborhood that Saukhi's mother's grandson is not a beggar on the street. Don't let Saukhi come. Those bad guys in the group must also be cooled down. I say, we must not take these lazy people into the group. What kind of people are they called robbers; thieves, sneak thieves. Did you see the face of that one who used to come to give money? A palm leaf soldier. A two-stemmed beard under the chin! Apply the ink and the jhuli, and take the torch in your hand, will anyone be afraid of that skinny cracker in the future?...