THE FATHER came back from the funeral rites. His boy of seven stood at the window, with eyes wide open and a golden amulet hanging from his neck, full of thoughts too difficult for his age. His father took him in his arms and the boy asked him, 'Where is mother?' In heaven,' answered his father, pointing to the sky. At night the father groaned in slumber, weary with grief. A lamp dimly burned near the bedroom door, and a lizard chased moths on the wall. The boy woke up from sleep, felt with his hands the emptiness in the bed, and stole out to the open terrace. The boy raised his eyes to the sky and long gazed in silence. His bewildered mind sent abroad into the night the question, 'Where is heaven?' No answer came: and the stars seemed like the burning tears of that ignorant darkness.
YOU ASK ME, mother, where I most wish to go. It is there from where I first came to you. But I never can remember the place. My father smiles at my trouble and says. 'It is beyond the clouds in the land of the evening star.' But I hear from you, it is deep in the bosom of the earth, from where the flowers come away seeking the sun. 'That land lies unseen,' my auntie says, 'in the bottom of the sea, hiding all the precious gems in its store.' My brother pulls my hair and says, 'How can you find it, you stupid one, for it is mingled in the air.' It must be everywhere, it seems to me when I listen to you all. Only my school-master shakes his head and says'It is nowhere.'
