By the time the sun reached its zenith, Rama’s family had a new home — such as it was.
“Srinivas, it’s not that I don’t appreciate all you accomplished,” Rama grumbled, “but this is, at most, a miserable hut. There are no furnishings, and the raja didn’t give us any food.”
“You were there. I thought him very generous. We’ll soon have everything you could wish. The priest himself will announce our arrival throughout the district. Tomorrow the recitations begin.”
“You should allow me to recite.”
“Rama, can’t you ever be satisfied? Take care of Mother.”
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