blog 5: new point of view.

Interpreter of Maladies
page 68-69

I took the branch and shooed the monkeys away, then I hissed at the monkeys that were still there. I tried to stomp my feet to scare them away, eventually the animals retreated slowly. They weren’t scared of me but they were obedient and retreated. I gathered Bobby in my arms and brought him back to Mr. and Mrs. Das, and the other children. As I was carrying him, I wanted to tell him a secret and whisper it in his ear; but I stopped and decided not to. Bobby was clearly stunned, and shivering with fright, his legs were bleeding slightly, where the stick had broken the skin. I brought Bobby back to his parents and Mr. Das brushed some dirt off the boy’s T-shirt and put the visor on him the right way. Mrs. Das, reached into her straw bag to find a bandage which she taped over the cut on his knee. Ronny offered Bobby a fresh piece of gum. Mr. Das said
“ He’s fine. Just a little scared, right Bobby?”
“ God let’s get out of here,” Mrs. Das said.
Mrs. Das folded her arms across the strawberry on her chest.
“This place gives me the creeps.”
Mr. Das insisted on going back to the hotel, and everyone was so concerned for Bobby and his attack. Mrs. Das took the time to fix Bobby’s hair and she reached into her straw bag again. As Mrs. Das was reaching for her hair brush, I saw the slip of paper with my address fly out of the bag. It fluttered away in the wind and I was the only one to notice. I said nothing; I had no reason to say anything. I watched it get carried away in the breeze. I thought to myself that this was the picture I would have of the Das family forever in my mind.