IN THE DESSA
each standing in its own patch of ground, surrounded by fruit-treesa mangoes, bananas and djamboos, that turned the soil purple with their fallen blossoms. The rice-barns shaped like a childa s cradle, narrow at the base, and broadening out towards the top, were full
Raised shad from which the ripening fields are watched.
of sweet new rice and in the sheds sleek dun-coloured cattle stood patiently chewing the cud.
I saw no men about, they were probably at work on the outlying ricefields. But here and there, under the pent-roofs of the houses, women sat at their looms busily weaving sarong-cloth. And on the doorsteps plump brown babies were rolling about.