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40 ◆<br />
Ramgopal would one day become lawyers and let them breathe<br />
in peace. The path was overgrown with wild shrubs and creepers.<br />
They had to use their sticks to clear the way ahead. A drummer<br />
lay prostrate before a trident wielding ascetic sitting by a statue<br />
of Ganesha. On seeing them, the drummer got unsteadily to his<br />
feet. “Hai prabhu, I am Pulu, the drummer.”<br />
Harakanta Sarma was taken aback. “Aren’t you from Borka ...<br />
or is it Mokhuli? Are you ill? Or is it opium?”<br />
The drummer knelt at Harakanta Sarma’s feet. “Prabhu, I have<br />
fallen on bad times. My elder son is very sick.” He grabbed at<br />
Harakanta Sarma’s feet, weeping.<br />
Harakanta Sarma stepped back. “What are you doing?”<br />
The drummer wiped his face with the gamocha on his shoulder.<br />
He said hoarsely: “He’s got tuberculosis. We have been<br />
ostracized.”<br />
“Who has tuberculosis?”<br />
“My son, Gajen.”<br />
“How?”<br />
Debeshwar Sarma, who had been watching quietly, spoke up.<br />
“I saw him last year, during the Deodhwani.” Pulu had come<br />
with the drummers from Kaihati, Dimow, Borka and Mohkhuli.<br />
Thirty drummers had accompanied the twenty one deodhas or<br />
dancers, representing different gods and goddesses during the<br />
annual festival. “Wasn’t he Bogola’s mount?”<br />
Pulu was sobbing. He pressed the gamocha to his mouth.<br />
“Hai Prabhu, he travelled all over Assam, learning to master the<br />
drum. He even learned the tinipak ghurile and could make a<br />
triple turn as he played. He trained with a master in Coochbehar.<br />
Now he cannot leave his bed.”<br />
“I heard he even learnt how to make drums.”<br />
The Man from Chinnamasta