Matadin Peshkar's house is not far away. The wall was built two to two and a half feet high that day. Since there was a mountain of soil and broken bricks lying below, the old woman had no particular difficulty in breaking down the wall.... The house was quiet...
It's hard to see what's where in the darkness. Peshkar Sahib's pair of sandals are arranged on the verandah by the door, and the water tank is full of water, ready to be used at dawn.
Out of fear, the old woman didn't try to grope around the yard to find anything else. She picked up the pitcher, climbed over the wall, and silently walked out. She didn't even spill any water.... Now, even if she was seen walking around at night with a pitcher in her hand, no one would suspect her.
In this country, a family cannot survive without a lotta. If a dozen or so lottas are not cooked a day, the mother-in-law will cut off the hands of the food vendor. That is why there was a panic in his house in the morning.
The boy's mother cried and reminded her husband that the lota was the Lakshmi of the house; ...now another one needs to be bought to bring back the Lakshmi of the house. The master's mood was now boiling with anger at the thief. 'Don't make a fuss. You only have this. The law clearly states that if you don't report the theft to the police, you can go to jail; keep that report, okay?'
After hearing many more scandalous things from the law-abiding mother to the boy's mother, she left the house to report it to the police station.
He came back to the kitchenware shop. The shopkeeper showed him various kinds of pots; but he could not find anything he liked. The shopkeeper was talking about a big, sloppy pot. He wanted a pot with a hole in it—do you understand? It should be of such a large size—the mouth should be quite wide—so that a woman with such a thick silver ring can easily insert it, to rub the inside. .....The shopkeeper finally gave up and asked, "Will it be okay if it's old? It's old in name only. You can get it cheaply. For two and a half taka."
"Do they sell old dishes here too? Let's see."
He was shocked to see the clock. He took a pair of glasses from his pocket and placed them on the tip of his nose. ....The same star was drawn under the hooves. And there was no doubt about it...
Matadin Peshkar forgot the provisions of the law and grabbed the shopkeeper by the wrist. 'Tell me! Where did you get this lota? You run a shop during the day and run a bar with a stick at night.'
It was a complete ho-ho-roi-roi incident. People gathered in the shop. The shopkeeper said that he had bought this ghati for fourteen annas from Soukhi's mother just a short while ago.
"Can you get this house for fourteen annas? You bought it knowing it was stolen property. Possession of stolen property is a crime."
Do you know the trend?'
Peshkarsaheb sent a boy to the police station to call the inspector. After the thief was caught, the inspector did not hesitate any longer. He immediately arrived on his bicycle. All the matters
Hearing this, he rushed to Soukhi's house and pushed him away. Soukhi's mother was cooking potato curry in the kitchen. The boy still hadn't gotten out of bed.