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Prathmik Shalama Abhyash Karta Balakone SSIP Karyakram Ma Bhag Leva Registration Karavava Babat.I opened my eyes and saw at the door a tiger pushing himself in. It was a muddled moment for me: not being sure whether the dream was continuing or whether I was awake. I, at first, thought it was my friend the station-master who was coming in, but my dream had fully prepared my mind. I saw the thing clearly against the starlit sky, tail wagging, growling, and, above all, his terrible eyes gleaming through the dark. I understood the fertilizer company would have to manage without my lectures from the following day. The tiger himself was rather startled by the noise of the chair and stood hesitating. He saw me quite clearly in my corner, and he seemed to be telling himself, “My dinner is there ready but let me first know what this clattering noise is about.”Somehow wild animals are less afraid of beings than they are of pieces of furniture like chairs and tables. I have seen circus men managing a whole menagerie with nothing more than a chair. God gives us such recollections in order to save us at critical moments; and as the tiger stood observing me and watching the chair, I
put out my hands and with desperate strength drew the table towards me, and also the stool. I sat with my back to the corner, the table wedged in nicely with the corner. I sat under it and the stool walled up another side. While I dragged the table down, a lot of things fell of it, a table-lamp, a long knife and pins. From my shelter, I peeped at the tiger who was also watching me with interest. Evidently he didn't like his meal to be so completely shut out of sight. So he cautiously advanced a step or two, making a sort of rumbling noise in his throat which seemed to shake up the little station house. My end was nearing. I really pitied the woman whose lot it was to have become my wife.