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                a dark blotch on his disordered bedsheet and his vest, and a bare
                electric bulb on the wall that is still burning subtly suggest that
                he is now a would-be writer who must have fallen asleep over
                his manuscript while writing at night. Getting up quickly, he
                investigates the damage, hastily takes the soiled sheet outdoors
                onto the terrace to soak it in a bucket, is briefly distracted by
                the whistles and movement of a nearby train below, then looks
                over the parapet and sees a woman down below in the court-
                yard on the ground floor fiddling with a water tap; immediately,
                he decides not to bother going all the way downstairs and back
                for water, and with a touch of imagination shoves the bucket
                under a stream of rainwater gushing from a roof gutter onto the
                terrace. His cleaning problem temporarily solved, he now gives
                himself a free shower by happily standing in the downpour while
                doing physical jerks. Apu’s abandon in the rain, plus the bareness
                and untidiness of his room, together suggest a youthful capacity
                to take pleasure in simple things whilst letting his mind roam
                over higher matters – like the boy Apu we have seen in Pather
                Panchali and Aparajito.
                   But the brute facts of existence soon reassert themselves.
                There is an introductory cough at the door, as Apu stands in the
                midst of shaving. His landlord, a late middle-aged man with a
                receding hairline, a calculating face and pursed lips who leans on
                a stick – the physical antithesis of Apu – enters. He speaks to his
                tenant civilly enough but with a faint whiff of menace:


                Landlord: Namaskar!
                Apu:        (casually, continuing to shave) Namaskar. Take a
                            seat.
                Landlord:  Will taking a seat do any good, Apurba Babu?
                Apu:        It’ll rest your tired limbs. Walking up three fl ights
                            of stairs is hard work.
                Landlord:  (with a mirthless smile) I haven’t come up all those
                            stairs to rest my limbs. You know as well as I do
                            what I’ve come for. I’ll put a straight question to








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