कौआ (kaua) = Chapter 3

1967 Bombay Meat Market

Life on the Streets

“What’s your name?” The girl repeated this in several dialects until it registered with Kaua.

Kaua looked at the girl and his lack of language skills distressed him. How was he to prosper in this city unless he could communicate more. “My name is Kaua!”

The girl looked at him incredulously, then burst into laughter. “Do you realize what you just said? You said you’re a crow”

The distressed look on his face sobered her. “I will call you Dinker instead, no more Kaua.

But Kaua stood tall in irritation. “My name is Kaua and I will be called by that name!”

The girl wagged her head from side to side in acknowledgement. “You will call me Ranjubai!”

She turned to look at her father Dass who’d been drinking steadily since his wife’s disappearance. Dass had tried to overpower her early in his drinking bout but she was strong and wrestled him into the shelter where he’d been sleeping ever since. She’d removed all the money from his hidden place removing a loose stone from the wall behind which it was kept for safety in a plastic bag. He was not going to drink away her future.

“You will look after the stall,” she commanded Kaua and he jumped into action gratefully. He was to be trusted! He treated that with a mixture of suspicion and surprise. He was a thief by necessity but deep inside something stirred as he thought of a life where he could work for a living and have self-respect. It would take time and effort, but possibilities were emerging.

After an hour Ranju returned looking sober. She’d been to see the merchant who supplied raw materials for them to make their product to sell to hungry rail passengers. After paying off their regular bill the family savings were now close to the line, but credit was still good with the merchant. It was her job to pay him regularly, so he was always glad to see her for their business was brisk. Perhaps her mother had raided the savings before absconding? Perhaps her father had been dipping in to those savings to support his increasing need for the locally produced spirit water? Who knew where the money had gone?

She eyed Kaua working diligently behind the stall and did a mental calculation of the potential return from trade since she’d gone. She demanded the money which he immediately handed over and she counted it. It looked about right.

Kaua asked permission to take some of what was frying for his meal. She eyed him suspiciously. Surely he’d already taken his fill? But the money was about right for raw materials made into product, so she nodded in agreement. He selected two while she watched him carefully and thought through her course of action for the future. She went to the shelter and produced some chapatis and vegetables and handed it to Kaua.

“How strong are you, can you handle my father Dass if he tries to take the money. I’m going to keep it in future, so he doesn’t drink it all away. You will need to help me if he becomes abusive.”

Kaua looked at the sleeping man doubtfully. He was older considering he was a street dweller where the lifespan was on average half that of the more affluent population. But because they had a prosperous business he’d survived beyond that lifespan for street dwellers and could have saved enough to buy a hovel in one of the shanty towns. But it was all about location. Being in this choice spot they had the advantage of not pushing the barrow for miles to get to a station entrance. For this privilege they had to pay off police sent to clear the streets from time to time. That bribe ensured their continuance in this spot for as long as Ranjubai could remember.

Both turned to look as they heard movement in the shelter. Dass had dislodged the stone in search of more money. He needed another drink! Dass sat bewildered trying to collect his thoughts. Had he spent the money already. He emerged and looked around suspiciously then rage overpowered him. He walked slowly toward the stall and bellowed like a bull.

“Where’s the money?” He slapped and punched his daughter sending her sprawling onto the pavement then was about to kick her while she was down when Kaua intervened.

In his village dialect he shouted at Dass who turned toward him questioningly. Both man and boy eyed each other threateningly, then Dass roared with laughter and stumbled toward him.

“What you want scavenger bird?”

Kaua sighed and searched for words to communicate accurately in Mumbai Hindi. “You will not hit Ranjubai ever again!” He stammered, but the boy was becoming a man.

Dass stopped to think through this situation. Probably the boy was about fifteen, but he was street smart and tough. Perhaps it was not safe to have him around after this incident. He’d challenged the father’s right to control his own child.

“You will leave this place now and not come back.” Dass was confident he had the trump card.

“I will not leave, and you will not hurt Ranjubai again.” It came out calmly and Kaua felt good about it. He would protect the one who had been kind to him when he first arrived in this city. He was not going anywhere.

Dass roared again and charged the boy who nimbly stepped out of the way. Dass went sprawling in the gutter and got up shakily. He turned in rage. If you stay you should not sleep because if you do you will never wake up again scavenger.

Ranjubai got up painfully and crawled toward Kaua for protection from her father. She reached into her choli and took out a few rupees holding it up to her father. “Take and drink!” She said wincing in pain.

To be continued.

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19 Comments Add yours

  1. Baydreamer says:

    I’m even more intrigued now, Ian. I’m wondering if Dass will return for more control or if he will be gone for good. Great continuation of Kaua and also of Ranju. What will become of them both? Looking forward to Ch. 4. 🙂

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    1. The last post for Kaua goes up on WordPress tomorrow. I hope you like the ending. A bit different to my usual endings.

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      1. Baydreamer says:

        I may be slow on getting here, but I always love your writing. Can I just quit work and blog all the time? 🙂 I’ll watch for your post…

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  2. Madhu says:

    Brilliant story line Ian, even from my ‘desi’ perspective! Reminds me of Slum Dog Millionaire and Oliver Twist in equal measure. Can’t wait to see how it unfolds.

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    1. Thank you so much for your encouragement Madhu. I guess I’ve seen enough when I lived in Mumbai. The street dwellers moved in by the thousands blocking streets outside our residential building and the Municipality regularly sent in police and trucks to send them back to the far suburbs. I’ve seen them chip away at the water pipe seals until they get water spurting out to deal with their water supply. And of course I’ve seen the plight of the village untouchables and how they hitch a ride on top of trains. 🙂

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  3. Good chapter and the story continues to evolve with additional challenges for Kaua to face. So far he is doing well!

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    1. While this story is fiction, in fact it is truth for millions in underprivileged nations. These things do happen! The vast majority are content to fight to survive on a day to day basis in their locked in underprivileged lives, but I know people who’ve come out of that environment who were not satisfied with the status quo and through a combination of hard work and clever strategy ended up with a PhD.

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  4. Well done, Ian. You’ve got yourself a good story here. Looking forward to your next and final installment. You’ve managed to get me to care about Ranjubai in a short time. 🙂

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    1. I guess Ranju is the focus of another story as you’ve pointed out. The disrespect and exploitation of women is even more horrible than the plight of the young man Kaua. While its more subtle in our so called free Western world it exists there too and I don’t blame women clubbing together to get that sorted out at all. I like the symbolism in the book of Genesis where Eve was created from the rib or Adam. What that signified was that the woman was not to be above man nor should she be below. They were equal. Somehow that thought has gone backward and some are trying to make us aware of that now internationally today. 🙂

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  5. Barbara shelley says:

    This did not disappoint Ian. I felt like a bystander watching as the story unfolded. I’m hooked and look forward eagerly yo the the next and final chapter.

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    1. I think you’ll be surprised at how it ends Barb. Thanks for dropping by to read this sorry tale.

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  6. Your writing is evocative and I was right there in the story. I care about Kaua, very much. Thanks Ian. Hugs Xx

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    1. There are millions in countries around the world who are just as in need of sympathy as Kaua Jane. We live in a sad and unfair world but can make a difference to those around us though unable to address the pain of all in need. Thanks for reading the story.

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      1. We reach out to those we can. Hugs for you, Ian. xXx

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  7. Mags says:

    It just keeps getting more and more interesting and leaving me wanting to hear what happens next. I am still very much enjoying this story sweet Ian…it is an excellent read. Hugs

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    1. Thank you so much for continuing to visit my blogs and comment. It’s so nice of you to do that. I like your new blog layout and enjoyed your latest pictures.

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      1. Mags says:

        I am glad you like the new layout and enjoy the pictures. It is a pleasure to visit and read your stories and poems. You are talented and have written some very enjoyable reads.

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  8. Eric Alagan says:

    I was looking forward to this installment and your writing did not disappoint. Thank you, Ian.

    What enthralled me was this – you had actually got into character and wrote as one who had lived the part. Hope you do not take my comment as all-knowing, but this to me, getting into character, is the hallmark of talented writing, I reckon.

    Looking forward to the following chapter.

    All good wishes from an admirer,
    Eric

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    1. Wow, coming from a gifted published writer like you I’m deeply humbled. Thank you. The next chapter is the conclusion.

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