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OUTPUT OF THE PROJECT
Indianisation of the story Thank You Mad’ ‘am
Mrs. Sen was returning home late one night, just like she did on other days. She held a large purse in her hand, which contained everything she needed. She wore it slung across her shoulder because it had a long strap. She was walking alone at 11 p.m. when a boy came up behind her and attempted to take her pocketbook. The strap snapped with a single pull from behind by the boy. However, the child lost his equilibrium and fell flat on his back on the sidewalk. Mrs. Sen turned around and kicked him in the blue-jeane sitter. Then she reached down, grabbed the youngster by the front of his shirt, and jerked him so hard that her teeth rattled.
Mrs Sen then responded, “Pick up my purse and give it to me.” She still had him, and the youngster couldn’t do anything because he was being held captive by Mrs Sen.
“Are you not ashamed of yourself?” Mrs. Sen inquired of the young man.
“Yes Ma’am,” responded the boy.
“Then what are you doing?” Mrs. Sen yelled violently at the boy.
“For nothing, ma’am,” the boy said.
Mrs sen shook him once more, crying, “Don’t tell me an untruth.”
At the time, there were very few people on the road.
They were having a good time.
“Will you run if I let you go?” Mrs. Sen wondered.
The boy said, ‘Yes ma’am.’
‘Then I won’t let you go,’ Mrs. Sen responded. She didn’t let him go.
“I’m sorry madam, very very sorry,” the boy said, hoping to gain Mrs. Sen’s forgiveness.
Mrs. Sen paused for a moment before saying, “I can’t recognized you since your face is filthy.” In that situation, I have a fantastic suggestion.” Then she began dragging the youngster, who became really afraid. Her actions perplexed him completely.
“Doesn’t someone in your house tell you to wash your face?” Mrs. Sen. inquired.
‘No ma’am, there is no one in my house,’ the youngster said.
Mrs. Sen was still pulling the terrified boy behind her. She had already stared at the lad numerous times by the time she was dragged. He appeared to be fourteen or fifteen years old, tall, slim, and graceful. He was dressed casually in blue pants and tennis sneakers. “You ought to be my son,” Mrs Sen replied after a few moments. I’d educate you the difference between right and wrong. Right now, the most I can do is wash your face. ‘Do you want something to eat?’
“No ma’am,” the youngster answered, “I simply want you to let me go.”
“Am I bothering you, my dear?” Mrs sen inquired.
“No ma’am,” said the child who was being dragged.
“Listen son, if you are thinking of escaping from me, remember my name is Nila Sen, a former cricket player,” Mrs Das remarked.
The youngster was now heavily perspiring and had no idea what was happening. They arrived in front of a five-story flat after a few minutes. Mrs SEN was still dragging his feet. When she arrived at her door, she dragged the youngster inside. It was a well sized and well-furnished room. Only a bed, a table and chair, a television, and a few other pieces of furniture were present. She turned on the light and opened the door. In the other rooms, the child could hear other roommates laughing and conversing. A few of their doors were also ajar. In the middle of the room, Mrs SEN still had the youngster by the neck.
Finally, she inquired about the boy’s name. “Raju,” the boy said.
“It’s a lovely name.” ‘But raju, go to that sink and wash your face,’ Mrs SEN said. After that, she finally let him go. Raju now stared at the door, then at Mra SEN, and then he walked over to the sink. Mrs SEN continued, “Wash your face and hands properly and gently; there is also a towel.”
[Thank You, Ma’am, in Indianized form]
Raju had become accustomed to the surroundings. “Do you want to call the cops?” he then asked Mrs SEN.
“No, not with that face,” Mrs Sen laughed, “I would take you nowhere.”
For a few moments, they were both silents. Mrs. Sen then added, “I believe you are hungry, so please wait a few minutes while I finish my food.” Mrs. Sen went to the kitchen to prepare a meal. Then Raju realized what was going on. He could have dashed down the hall if the door had been open; he could have run, but he did not.
She came from the kitchen after a bit and placed the food on the table.
There was rice and egg curry on the table.
She then invited him to sit at the table with her. Raju took a seat in a chair, reluctantly, and began eating. Mrs Sen inquired if he enjoyed the aloor dum roti.
Raju agreed and said he liked it.
Mrs. Sen then inquired as to why he had grabbed her purse.
The youngster responded that he wanted to get a CRICKET BAT. ‘You don’t have to steal My Pocketbook to acquire that,’ she added. Look, son, I am a woman who works hard. In a tea garden, I labor 10 to 12 hours per day. I, too, had a childhood. I had a strong desire, but I never went about snatching people’s wallets.”
The supper was finished in less than ten minutes. Mrs. Sen returned to the kitchen once more. Raju was the only person in the room. He could have simply exited the room because there was no one there, but he did not. The woman did not keep an eye on him or the pocketbook that had been put in the daybed. Raju, on the other hand, took care to sit on the far side of the room, where he believed she would be able to see him easily. He didn’t want to be mistrusted now because he didn’t trust the woman not to trust him. She emerged from the kitchen with two bowls of’ ‘pitha’ after a few moments. She gave Raju one dish and kept the other for herself. They began with pitha
Mrs. SEN did not inquired about the boy’s residence, his family, or anything else that would embarrass him.
Instead, they ate while doing so. She informed him about her employment in a CALL CENTER that kept open late; what it was like to work there; the types of people she dealt with, and so on. Mrs. SEN suddenly saw the RAJU dish had been emptied. ‘Eat some more, son, while I fetch some more,’ she added. “No ma’am, it’s all right, I don’t need anymore,” RAJU responded.
The ROTI was completed when they were done. Mrs. Sen stood up and walked over to her purse. She grabbed some money from the purse and returned to Raju, saying, “Now, take this one thousand rupees and buy a cricket bat you want.” And don’t make the mistake of clutching onto my pocketbook, or anybody else’s, in the future, since things that come by wicked will burn your soul. Now is the time for me to get some rest. But I want you’d always remember what I’ve said.”
[Thank You Ma’am in Indianized form]
Raju was accompanied by her to the front door, which she opened. “Goodnight!” she said. And keep in mind what I said.” Mrs. Sen was gazing out into the street at the time, but she couldn’t see Raju. Mrs Sen’s tears were plainly noticeable by Raju.
Raju had something to say. But he couldn’t because the door in front of him was slammed shut. He never saw the woman again, and he never gave Mrs. Sen [Indianisation of Thank You Ma’am] his final words, “Thank you ma’am.”