sleep ,my little flower ,my sweet princess. don't worry about anything.Just sleep. something tells me that you're getting a visitor, my sleeping beauty.
I'm so tired. I wish i could go to sleep.
who are you? what are you doing in the amma's backyard ? She'll have you beaten up if she sees you.
My name is Rajkumar, and i'm just a wanderer, young lady; I don't mean any harm.
Well then what do you want?
I just want to go on looking into your eyes, Chaambali. Your eyes are so wonderfully luminous, they seem to be looking into my soul. Can i just sit here in your kitchen and look at you?
Chaambali sits down , puts her head on her knees and goes to sleep. Pari rustles about, stirring and cutting and chopping, and soon, a wonderful aroma wafts around the kitchen and escapes through the backdoor into the spotlessly clean backyard.
If amma catches you ...
Don't worry ,I'll hide. Amma won't catch me.
A Young man , handsome, of course, and dressed in clothes of best quality , put his head around the back door , and sniffs as if he can smell something delicious. His name is Rajkumar. chaambali wakes up. pari disappears.
It's funny, but I can't even remember making the rotis . How time flies when you're working! she hums a little tune as she prepares three trays for the three mistresses. then, from inside the house ...
Everything's ready,amma. I'm just bringing it.
And my soup ?
chaambali, I'm dying of hunger. where are my rotis ?
And my rice?
Rajkumar goes and sits on a cane stool in a corner and continues to look soulfully at her. chaambali goes on with the work.
she looks into the pots on the stove, gives a last stir and then takes them off the fire. She opens a little flat box and finds that the rotis are ready.