You will remember
that Chandramati and Rohitashwa were living as serfs at the Brahmin's house. He was an
evil 'avatar' of Vishwamitra; he harassed them endlessly. They had slaved from morning to
evening. They were cribbed and starved. The master often pricked them with foul words.
Their life was full of blood and tears. They struggled hopefully and looked forward to
One day when Rohitashwa was gathering faggots (for the ritual fire) in the woods, he
was stung by a serpent. It was already already nightful when the news reached home.
Chandramati's heart the midst of all indignity and adversity her son was the only
solace to her. Now, even he was gone and her hands were empty.
But she could not afford to waste time in weeping and whimpering. The son's body was
lying in the woods and she had to cremate the body She was all-alone.
Even to go out to cremate the body she had to obtain her master's permission. He was
too hard-hearted and gave her permission only after the day's stipulated charges were
over. Her grief was inconsolable and at the end of the day she went into the forest to
search for the dead body. She found it and wept her heart out. Frantically she lifted the
body and went to the cremation ground. She placed it there. She had no money to buy
firewood. She gathered together the half-burnt faggots and placed her son's body on the
funeral pyre. She was about to light the pyre.
What an agonizing moment to a mother!