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Chapters (53)
  1. Cover
  2. Title page
  3. Prologue
  4. Part One
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Part Two
  16. One
  17. Two
  18. Three
  19. Four
  20. Five
  21. Six
  22. Seven
  23. Eight
  24. Nine
  25. Ten
  26. Eleven
  27. Twelve
  28. Thirteen
  29. Fourteen
  30. Fifteen
  31. Sixteen
  32. Seventeen
  33. Eighteen
  34. Nineteen
  35. Twenty
  36. Twenty-one
  37. Twenty-two
  38. Twenty-three
  39. Twenty-four
  40. Part Three
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Author’s Note and Acknowledgements

‘While passing his house we were talking loudly. Someone in his house is ill. He rebuked us for making a ruckus.’

‘Did he say anything else?’

‘Yes, he did. He said, “Go on, make a racket. You won’t be able to keep it up much longer in any case.” What did he mean, Pulok dada?’

‘Forget it, he was just grumbling. I will scold him.’

‘Don’t say anything to Thakra dada. We are all afraid of him. He goes around Cheenapatti with a huge stick. If we want to go out at night, Maa says, “Don’t go, Thakra will come.” Is he a ghost, Pulok dada?’ Yiu Yi giggled. So did the others.

The women entered the room with food. Putting down bowls in front of the children, Alan said, ‘Start with the soup.’

‘Why haven’t our parents come?’ Ho Yin from Class 1 asked Mei Lin.

Mei Lin looked at his tear-stained face, not knowing what to say.

‘I know. The police didn’t let them come,’ Ko Fuk said.

‘Why?’ Mei Ho asked.

‘I don’t know.’

‘Why won’t the police let them come, Mei Lin ache?’

Mei Lin had no answer. The children had their soup in silence.

At that time Thakur Prasad and Rajendra were roaming outside. Their faces and bodies were covered with a shawl. With a long stick in their hand, they were patrolling alongside the constables of the Makum outpost.

Seven

Seven

The Chinese Club in Makum had been transformed into a wedding venue. Large canopies had been set up outside the clubhouse. The place was full of people. It was Mei Lin’s wedding day.

In a pure white silk mekhela-chador, she looked like a typical Assamese bride. Everyone who saw her was captivated by her beauty. She was sitting in a beautifully decorated room surrounded by her friends. The marriage was to be performed according to Assamese rites to fulfil the wish of Pulok’s father. Everyone accepted that heartily. They all loved the gentle girl. They wanted her to have a good life. Having lost his wife early in his life, Mei Lin’s father had busied himself with work and left Mei Lin in the care of his brother-in-law’s family.

The relatives, who lived far away, could not attend the wedding. Those who were nearby and could return the same day had come. Mei Lin’s father had invited all his friends and acquaintances for the wedding of his only daughter. Even the family of Akong’s wife Phulmoni was invited. Yiu Yi’s sister Yunlin and her family, who lived near Ledo, had come too.