The Post Office by Rabindranath Tagore

ACT I [Madhavs House] Madhav. What a state I am in! Before he came, nothing mattered; I felt so free. But now that he has come, goodness knows from where, my heart is filled with his dear self, and my home will be no home to me when he leaves. Doctor, do you think he— Physician. If theres life in his fate, then he will live long. But what the medical scriptures say, it seems— Madhav. Great heavens, what? Physician. The scriptures have it: Bile or palsey, cold or gout spring all alike. Madhav. Oh, get along, dont fling your scriptures at me; you only make me more anxious; tell me what I can do. Physician [Taking snuff] The patient needs the most scrupulous care. Madhav. Thats true; but tell me how. Physician. I have already mentioned, on no account must he be let out of doors. Madhav Poor child, it is very hard to keep him indoors all day long. Physician. What else can you do? The autumn sun and the damp are both very bad for the little fellow—for the scriptures have it: