what was the economic condition of the narrator of ‘Daddy's Enduring script’
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Then, one day, I heard my parents whisper excitedly of a lucrative offer that had cometo Daddy for a Telugu film. At last, we would be rich! And Mom had promised me ared frock, some stationery and a new doll.There was an air of suppressed excitement in the house, of dreams that were finallycoming true. I had a school picnic to go on early one morning. The evening before,Daddy had come home tired from work but took me out to buy snacks and sweets forthe picnic. My basket was crammed with goodies. I was bursting with joy. Daddy setthe alarm for five in the morning, ironed my clothes for the next day, and went to bed.The next morning, the alarm clock went off. I got up but Daddy did not. He passedaway in his sleep—a coronary thrombosis, the doctor explained. I was 13, my sisterAnuradha, eight. Daddy was just 41.Along with his body, our dreams too went up in flames. But Nindu Hrudayalu,theTelugu movie he had scripted with superstar N.T. Rama Rao in the lead, had celebratedits 100th day. The producer sent some additional money to my mother for the Hindidistribution rights of the film. The movie was a blockbuster, and the first in its genre.Daddy’s script became a recurring Bollywood theme; three brothers separated inchildhood, reunited as adults... avenging their parents’ misfortunes.Another Telugu producer had visited us to offer his condolences. He remarked ruefullythat my father’s script for him was left half done. “I know the story,” I told him, “Icould finish it for you.” He looked at me with kind eyes. “Are you sure?”I nodded. “Daddy discussed the treatment with me.” He smiled at my use of jargon. Icompleted the script for him. My mother, who’d been a teacher before her marriage