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He took me to his room over the Jumna Sweet Shop and told me I
could sleep on the balcony. But the meal I cooked that night must have
been terrible because Anil gave it to a stray dog and told me to be off. But
1 just hung around, smiling in my most appealing way, and he couldn't
help laughing. Later, he patted me on the head and said never mind,
he'd teach me to cook. He also taught me to write my name and said he
would soon teach me to write whole sentences and to add numbers. I was
grateful. I knew that once I could write like an educated man there would
be no limit to what I could achieve. It was quite pleasant workingfor Anil.
I made the tea in the morning and then would take my time buying the
day's supplies, usually making a profit of about a rupee a day. I think he
knew I made a little money this way but he did not seem to mind. Anil
made money by fits and starts. He would borrow one week, lend the next.
He kept worrying about his next cheque, but as soon as it arrived he
would go out and celebrate. It seems he wrote for magazines - a queer
way to make a living! One evening he came home with a small bundle of
notes, saying he had just sold a book to a publisher. At night, I saw him
tuck the money under the mattress.
A2] Describe the favours Anil did for the narrator.


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