I had a strange feeling that one moment Puroo was as close to me as he was when he was in my womb. The next moment I thought that he was going further and further away from me. His contact with me now was no more than that of the bird, who soars all day in the sky singing merrily, and returns to the nest only at night. His was a different world now. I hoped that the unfortunate mother would have a space in the fullness of that world. Such thoughts were very depressing. Puroo would fondly say, ‘What is the matter, Mother?’ I could say nothing. Is it the rule of Creation that fundamentally man
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