Answer to Question #298696 in English for Dimpy

Question

Discuss the title of Umashankar joshi’s short story The last dung cake

Answer 1

 “Pay attention, if you don't mind, and kindly awaken. You are not conversing with me intentionally. It was not me who battled with you, it was father and grandmother.” 

“In the event that you don't converse with me at this instant, I will truly scorch you with my beedi! “

"Do you need ashes? For what reason didn't you ask it of me? I could have taken rations for you. Dad and nana are that way!" Proximate to the hearth was a dung-cake. He rescinded the cake into bits and ignited the fire with the waft of the bidi in his possession. 

Yet, who would flinch? 

"Presently it's your flaw in the event that you don't move or talk. I will give you until the count of three, and this time, I will truly singe you.”

“One… two… three… " 

There was no indication of blending, but he actually scorched his auntie's hand with the beedi. 

"Kaki, Kaki, I am shivering. Shield me with your sari; it's anything but reasonable for you to think of only yourself." As he attempted to cuddle up, Jivi, inhaling her last breath, mumbled a bit: "Move, hm."