Amal Monologue from The Post Office

From The Post Office by Rabindranath Tagore

male · contemplative · 51 sec

It would be splendid to have a letter from the King every day. I'll read them at the window. But, oh! I can't read writing. Who'll read them out to me, I wonder! Auntie reads her Râmayana; she may know the King's writing. If no one will, then I must keep them carefully and read them when I'm grown up. But if the postman can't find me? Headman, Mr. Headman, may I have a word with you? (HEADMAN: Who is yelling after me on the highway? Oh, you wretched monkey!) You're the headman. Everybody minds you. HEADMAN (Looking pleased) Yes, oh yes, they do! They must!

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