At length she
spoke, smiling wanly. There
will be time enough for that after I am gone. I had not thought you
would leave me
you are too young to know your own mind. Holy men have great power.
You talk with them at the river day after day, neglecting your legal
studies; you have been carried away. I had hoped you would become a
great lawyer. I had hoped you would marry and have children.
Madhav shook his
you become a monk, what will become of our family name? Who will
carry it on? It would be different if I had other sons. But you are
all I have, Madhav. She let her eyes fall, and then
looked up into a corner of the ceiling, as though seeing there the
beginning of a long and unbearably bleak road that led off to
nowhere. I will be alone, she
said. Then she turned to him and smiled, patting his hand. But
I won't stand in your way. You must do as you please. What does an
old woman like me matter?
Mother! Madhav exclaimed miserably.
you should give more time to searching your mind. She
took his hand in hers and looked deeply into his face. Doesn't
a mother know her own boy better than anyone? You are not fitted for
a sannyasin life, Madhav. Your way is that of the householder.