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From: | Albert Head |
Subject: | helpless suffix |
Date: | Sat, 9 Sep 2006 18:37:19 +0200 |
Going back to thehouse a little later, I saw that
Probha was lying on her bed. But just then an excellent opportunity came my
way.
The stewardwas an ancient retainer of Bhusans
father. All the numbers of the Jahirgram and Ahirgram papers which I had inthe house
I burnt to ashes. In front of my house there is a small garden.
Whatexactly happened it is not possible for a
layman like myself either tounderstand or to explain. Thefascination of her first
sight of it lost much of its glamour. The next morning Giribala said she was going
to see her father, andleft home. Two days passed, during which Baidyanath was busily
engaged in makingtoy boats.
After striking almost a whole box of matches, heat
last succeeded. Her limbs seem eager to dance to the time of an inner music
unceasingand unheard. He was therefore neithersuccessful in business nor in his own
home.
She ended up byasking him: Now what is your
advice?
So he began to castabout to see whether he could
not raise a loan from some stranger.
But as far as work was concerned Mani was very
efficient.
My face beamed with the exhilaration of asuccessful
man of genius.
Shehas grown up from a girl into a woman, and yet
through familiarityescaping her husbands notice. Then she gotup, and leaving her
husband went slowly into her bedroom, locking thedoor behind her. Days and days
together I went on writing farces with an agonyof determination. Then you shant have
the keys, said Giribala. Next day Baidyanath agreed to go to Benares. Giribala has a
maid-servant whose nameis Sudha.
His wife, without making any reply, asked him: What
has happened?
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