I was reading another short story yesterday night....now that i've got accustomed to sleeping late. 'Mother' is another one among those translated ones present in my omnibus on Indian Writing.

A stifling relationship between a forced-to-be slut and a son......is the subject in concern. The son, who is young.......bears the jibes voiced by his classmates at school..... hates his neighbours, placing an enormous amount of trust and hope in his mother...regarding her as his entire world....trying to believe that she is not what she is......only to realise the the nasty, harsh truth. Not expecting the reality to encompass him suddenly....he is shattered.

Who is to blame......is it her late husband who was a hard-core drunkard..... ridden with tuberculosis......the wasting disease resulting in death. Or is it......her degradable youth which drew passion-eyed men towards her. Or is it her longing for a companion to share her temporary life with? To end.......in her being exploited by the overseer of the village.....showered with colourful sarees...and a new beginning?

To lose her son while........with the overseer....was expected?? in turn leading a wasteful existance.