‘Pus ki Raat’ or A Frigid Winter’s Night by Munshi Premchand

His wife, Munni, was sweeping. She turned her head and responded, “We have just three rupees. If I give it to him, how will we get the blanket? How will you spend these freezing nights in the field? Tell him we’ll give him the money upon harvest. Not now.” Halku stood there in silence for some time. He kept thinking that the coldest month of winter was already here. Without a blanket he wouldn’t be able to tolerate sleeping in the field. But Sahna wouldn’t accept this. He would hurl threats at him. As he thought this through, he hauled his heavy body — which belied the silliness of his name<a href="https://borderlessjournal.com/2022/08/14/pus-ki-raat-or-a-frigid-winters-night-by-munshi-premchand/?fbclid=IwAR0X_j6uiqf7vC0z2sJGDD4iESaFWpmsMFS342LQ_qziOnwNGnMqoRu7Gmo#_ftn1" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">[1]</a> which suggested he was slender — over to his wife. He grovelled, “Come one. Hand it over. Let’s be rid of this noose. We’ll come up with some other way to get the blanket.” <a href="https://cchristinefair.medium.com/pus-ki-raat-or-a-frigid-winter-s-night-by-munshi-premchand-2788e8c31549">Read More</a>