Original Story
in Telugu by Bollimuntha Sivaramakrishna
“Hoo… Hoo…
Hoo… Amma! Cover me at least with your pallu!” said the half-naked boy
shivering in biting cold.
“Beta!
It’s pretty worn out! Can it shield you from cold?” said the mother in a
“poverty-laden” tone.
“Amma,
isn’t it my Baba (Dad) who weaves bed sheets and sarees? How come we don’t
have any of them for our use?”
“Beta,
we weave them for wages! We should have money to buy them.”
“Won’t we get
money if Baba weaves clothes? Why doesn’t he weave them?”
“For want of
buyers bales and bales of clothes remain unsold. What is the gain in weaving
more?”
“Amma,
are people so overstuffed with clothes that they have stopped buying? And we
don’t have anything?”
“It’s not
because of over-stuffing but because there is no money that people are not buying
clothes.”
“Without work
nobody gets money, Right?”
“Yes”
“With no
money, no one can buy clothes, Right?”
“Yes”
“When nobody
buys, they remain stacked, Right?”
“Yes”
“So long as they
remain unsold, no new jobs, Right?”
“Yes”
“No work means
no money; no money means no buying of clothes; no buying of clothes means no
work. No work means?”
“Time to stop this crazy ... talk …”
“Amma!
Hoo… Hoo… it is pretty cold ... biting ... now...”
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