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Greentext · 4 minTatayya’s Story Book
>be me, 9 years
>summer of 1994
>exams over on april 22
>april 23 we are in the red bus to ammamma's village
>seven hours, two bus changes, one at ongole
>amma has packed puliyogare in a steel dabba
>by the time we reach i have vomited once and slept twice
>ammamma's house has a big front verandah
>red oxide floor, cold even in may
>a well behind the house with a pulley that screams
>two mango trees, one banginapalli, one rasalu
>and four cousins already there before us
>bujji, chinni, pedda ravi and chinna ravi
>two ravis because two attas named their sons after the same actor
>nobody minds
>mornings are for mangoes
>tatayya makes us sit in a line on the verandah
>gives each one a rasalu mango
>"no knife, only hands and mouth"
>juice up to the elbows
>ammamma comes with a bucket of well water and pours it on our arms
>afternoons nobody is allowed out
>"loo will catch you" ammamma says
>so after lunch everybody lies on the verandah floor
>on a big jamakalam, in a row
>and tatayya tells the story
>always the same way
>he goes inside to the wooden almirah
>brings out one fat book with a brown cover
>very old, the corners are round from use
>he sits in his easy chair
>puts his spectacles on
>opens the book on his lap
>and reads
>the story is about a king called vikrama simha
>who has a horse that can fly only on amavasya
>and a minister who is secretly a crow
>every afternoon one part
>every afternoon it stops at the worst place
>the horse is falling into the sea
>tatayya closes the book
>"tomorrow"
>we scream
>he laughs and goes to sleep in the chair
>with the book on his stomach
>this goes on for twenty days
>we play goli in the evening, we steal tamarind
>chinna ravi falls in the cattle trough
>but all of us are only waiting for afternoon
>for vikrama simha
>one day pedda ravi has an idea
>he is 12, he has ideas
>"we will read ahead"
>"we will know the ending before tatayya"
>so when tatayya goes to the market at eleven
>we open the almirah
>the book is there, under his dhotis
>pedda ravi opens it in the middle
>we all put our heads together
>it is not a story book
>it is a telugu panchangam
>dates, stars, rahu kalam, eclipse timings
>1971 printed on the cover
>no king
>no horse
>no crow
>pedda ravi turns every page
>nothing
>we put it back under the dhotis
>nobody talks
>that afternoon we lie down on the jamakalam
>tatayya brings the book
>spectacles on
>opens it on his lap
>i am lying near his feet
>i can see the page from below
>he is holding it upside down
>he reads
>"the horse is falling, falling, into the black water"
>"and from the sky comes one voice"
>he is looking at the page the whole time
>his finger moving on the lines
>like he is reading
>chinni starts crying for no reason
>ammamma calls her to the kitchen
>that night i ask ammamma in the kitchen
>very slowly
>"ammamma, can tatayya read"
>she is grinding chutney on the stone
>she does not stop grinding
>"he went to school till class 2" she says
>"then his father died and he went to the fields"
>"he can sign his name, that is all"
>"then the story"
>"he makes it up"
>"since your amma was small he makes it up"
>"same king, same horse"
>"your amma also thought it was in the book"
>"then why the book"
>she stops grinding now
>"because once when your amma was small"
>"he told a story without the book"
>"and she said, tatayya, you are lying, it is not written anywhere"
>"after that he never told one without a book"
>she wipes her hands on her saree
>"do not tell him you know"
>we did not tell him
>all four cousins agreed, even chinna ravi
>for the last ten days we listened even harder
>we asked him to read the page again
>he would move his finger back and read it again
>a little different every time
>on the last day the horse finally flew on amavasya
>and the minister turned back into a man
>tatayya closed the book
>"the end" he said
>"next summer, new story"
>next summer he started a new king
>with the same panchangam from 1971
>still upside down
>i never told him i knew
>when they cleared the almirah many years later
>amma kept the panchangam
>it is on her shelf in hyderabad
>sometimes she opens it in the middle
>and just sits like that for some time
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