silhouetted in the window, her hands over her ears.
The inspector came scowling to the door, but smoothed his features into a smile. The wife scurried into the bedroom, and I collected my purse and left.
Were deep dark secrets lodged in the laps of all middle-class Maharashtrian families? Was there no soft, smooth place on this earth? I glanced at the hawaldar, wondering if I should try to get some information from him, but decided against it.
The lights-off bell rang as I walked into school through the back gate, and the dorms snapped dark as I went back to my room.
âC an I have a word with you, Miss Apte?â called Miss Nelson as I walked past her office the next morning after prayers. The room was cool and quiet. It had a hushed and dignified air.
âDo sit down, Miss Apte. So how are you adjusting to your new life?â she asked, her grave eyes large.
âPlease, call me Charu,â I said.
She seemed not to have heard, and continued, âYou are barely older than the girls, and away from home for the first time. Hmm, that can take some time. But you must remember, now, that in the school you are not Charulata, you are Miss Apte. The girls need to look up to you, to respect you and to obey you. These young and impressionable minds have been given to us for safekeeping. We do the Lordâs work. We lead by example. Now, of course it is fun to get wet in the rainââshe paused, and smiled brieflyââbut I cannot afford to have two hundred wet girls on my hands, now, can I?â
I agreed and was duly chastised.
âDonât worry, my dear,â said Miss Nelson, rubbing her hands. âYou will soon get used to it.â She smiled, and her eyes softened. âAt first, this change can be a bit puzzling. But we are all here to help you.â
She said she had heard I was having some trouble with Shobha Rajbans. âShe is going through a difficult phase,â she explained. âHer father has warned me to expect some trouble this term. You see, he is planning to marry again, and she is not happy about it at all.â
âSo what should I do?â I asked. âI am finding her very hard to control.â
âYou must create a bit of steel inside yourself,â she said. âOnly then will they see it, and learn to respect you.
âAnd, er, Miss Apte,â she added, flushing a deep shade of red. âI hear you had dinner in the bazaar last night, with a policeman. Now, of course I want you to go out and have a good time. You will soon get to know the nice young teachers from Sunbeam.â She was trying, I suppose, to find a subtle way of explaining the not so subtle superiority of the white school.
âWe call it the memsahib school,â the Woggle had said at dinner. âThose mames are so stiff. Your father should have put you into Sanjeevan; it is a nice Maharashtrian school.â
I was about to roll over and say, âYes, Miss Nelson, it will not happen again,â when I was interrupted by an inspiration. âI had dinner with the inspector and his family,â I said, meekly. âInspector Wagle is a childhood friend of my uncleâs, and my father has asked him to be my local guardian.â
âWell, then, I suppose you must go,â said Miss Nelson, grudgingly. âBut donât let it interfere with your other activities,â she said. âBut donât let them contaminate youâ is what I really think she was trying to say. Perhaps she was regrettingâdespite the Chitnis connectionâopening her doors to a Hindu teacher.
I turned smartly on my heels and left, almost bumping into an earnest bunch of girls as I turned. âSo sorry , Miss Apte,â they chorused. Miss Nelsonâs office opened at a slant to the wide corridor that led through the prayer hall to the classrooms, so you could never tell if someone was waiting outside.
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