Skip to main content

The Letter

 “The greatest love often goes through the biggest tests.”

“Your feet are soar, Ajbante Baisa, what are you doing?” Bhagwati passed her the milk as Ajbante Kanwar Baisa stirred the kheer now, “There, I am almost done.” She insisted.
“If Ranisa gets to know that you…”
“Hush!” Ajbante warned checking the sugar “She shouldn’t.”
“Then listen to me, let’s go to your chambers, let the cooks do this. You have already cooked four dishes ...” Bhagwati insisted. “Besides, you were running a fever yesterday, you fasted all day. You should rest today.”
“Just this and we are done.” She smiled “Daata will go to the Khema with food and it is our reputation in question…”
“Lies!” Bhagwati giggled. “It’s Kunwar Partap in question! Your first chance to feed him.”
“ Quiet.” Ajbante looked alarmed “Someone might hear you.” She blushed.
“So? You are his would-be wife!” Bhagwati giggled. “Everyone here knows that!”
Ajbante Kanwar got up to put the kheer in the bowl and her head felt heavy as she sat down. Saubhagyawati looked concerned and checked her forehead with a gasp.
“Ranisa Ranisa! Baisa is unconscious.” She just heard Bhagwati’s voice ring through her blurred vision.

Kunwar Partap was trying in vain to do his own bandage with the balm, as the medicine man had instructed. He missed his Ranima and her soothing touch most at these times. The Sevak came to help.
“Baojiraj, allow me.” He begged.
Kunwar Partap gave in, it was a long exhausting day at work, and they had checked the posts at the borders. He was more alarmed now than he was when he had set off with a totally different agenda, towards Sirohi the previous day.

“Kunwarsa.” A soldier stopped at the curtains of his tent as the Sevak helped him with his angrakha. “Rawat Chundawatji is here.” Kunwar Partap frowned at the sand clock. So soon?
“Send him in.” He dispersed both the Sevak and the soldier.
The curtains parted and Rawat Chundawat, one of his father’s favourite aides came in with a smile on his face. Kunwar Partap folded his hands in respect to “Khamma Ghani.”
“Ghani Khamma Kunwarsa.” He frowned at the injured hand “All is well?”
“Yes, Rawatji, just a minor injury.” He nodded with a smile.
“Ranaji sends me to check on you.” made him smile. Knowing Ranima, he had expected this. She had probably set out to meet him herself when his father had stopped her and sent Rawatji instead.
“Kunwarsa, I have some important discussion with you.” His smile disappeared as Kunwar Partap nodded and went to pull the curtains tightly in the camp.
“Don’t let anyone…” he stopped telling the guards as Raoji’s troop came in sight.
“Ghani Khamma Kunwarsa.” The man smiled “How are you feeling now?”
“I am fine Raoji.” He reassured.
Rawatji came out to greet the man. “Come inside.” Rawatji invited Raoji in as Kunwar Partap nodded an approval.

Rawat Chundawat along with Rao Punwar were impressed with the foolproof security plans, Kunwar Partap had just made. It was way past the afternoon into the dusk when they were satisfied with their plans. Kunwar Partap ordered immediate actions on security. Rawat Chundawat was all set to return to Chittorgarh with the plan when Rao Ramrakh stopped him making Kunwar Partap stare.
“I came with a request, Kunwarsa.” Raoji rubbed his hands together. “If you agree, my wife has sent you dinner at the khema. She wanted to come herself, but… seeing the security concerns, I advised her against it.”
“That’s some good news, Raoji, Bijoliya’s royal cuisine.” Rawatji looked delighted “Am I invited or not?”
“Of course, Rawatji.” Raoji smiled at him and then at Kunwar Partap who approved of the food. “Do give her my regards.” He managed a faint smile before turning to Rawatji who was now rolling a map of the borders.
“The Afghans won’t sit silently, you have killed their leader.” He said as Raoji agreed. “We need to find their hideouts and drive them out of Mewar as soon as we can.” He met Kunwar Partap’s nod.
“I have written about it to Bhai Shakta, he after taking Daajiraj’s permission, will lead the troops to search, himself.” He smiled “He will get to them, and we can fight them if they want so.”
“And the Bijoliya borders, Raoji.” Rawat ji looked at the man “These parts are frequently being attacked and looted as well.”
 “We can do something?” Kunwar Partap offered.
“The last time we drove them away, they threatened to attack the Mahal, rather openly.” Raoji shook his head.
“I don’t think they will dare to do that Raoji,” Rawatji reassured.

They sat talking about the other political scenarios around them while the food was being served.
“Humayun is in Kabul, I last heard.” Rawatji spoke, “Agra and Dinpanah seem far from his reach now.”
“You cannot say about thrones, Rawatji, things change in minutes.” Raoji smiled.
“The Umerkot Rajputs are still their aides?” Kunwar Partap frowned.
“Heard so.” Raoji agreed. “I don’t know about others, but he seemed like a good man, after all, he came to help Ranisa Karnavati and Rana Vikramaditya ji in times of need.” Rawatji nodded in agreement. Kunwar Partap frowned.
“The Jauhar couldn’t be stopped in time. He came late. Willingly or unwillingly.” His voice trailed. The men stared at each other in silence.
“Kunwarsa. Dinner is served.” The Daasi interrupted them, making them stare at their plates. The delicious aroma of the food spread on silverware; send especially by the Ranisa of Bijoliya made them smile.

Kunwar Partap looked impressed at the platter. He was indeed hungry and the food looked delicious. He was about to help himself when the bandage hurt him and he frowned uneasily in pain.
“Kunwarsa?” Raoji looked concerned “Are you all right?”

“Her head is burning with fever.” Hansa Bai sat worried at the bedside of the princess, a small lamp flickering. She stared at an equally worried Bhagwati “What were you two up to Baisa?”
“I swear Ranisa.” The girl looked scared “I don’t know where she was.” Bhagwati hid the balm applied soar feet of her friend under the blanket. Ajbante Kanwar Baisa moaned something in the fever and semi-consciousness.
“What is it?” Hansa Bai looked worried. “Hey Bhagwan Ajab, you are burning with fever, someone gets me some water and a piece of cloth quick!”
“I am fine.” She held her worried mother’s hand with a faint smile “I promise Maasa.”
“Where did you go?” Her mother’s query made her gulp.
“I rode to the Gurukul Maasa, and the heat caught me. That’s it.” She met Bhagwati’s eyes she looked scared. Hansa Bai could make out Ajbante’s lies from how her face winced. She placed her hand on her forehead lovingly.
“Rest now.” Hansa Bai knew exactly where she was at that very moment. She managed to hide her smile. Her daughter’s heart was perhaps Mewar’s now.

“Bhagwati,” Ajbante whispered to the friend in need. “Did you find it?”
“Baisa” she looked scared “I searched the whole palace and outside it as well, but the anklet was nowhere.” She gulped. “Where did you lose it on the way?”
“I… don’t know. The forest, roads, fort, it can be anywhere.”
“The camp?” Bhago looked scared as Ajbante Baisa stared wide-eyed.

“I am fine Raoji.” Kunwar Partap managed to tuck a piece of bandage back in “I just cannot bandage the way Ranima does it for me, that is it” He smiled an innocent smile that made Rawatji laugh. Kunwar Partap took a morsel of food in his mouth as Raoji smiled at him savouring it.
“How is Ajbante Kanwar Baisa?” Rawatji smiled at Raoji “It’s been so long since I have seen her.” Kunwar Partap’s hand stopped at the morsel.

“She is learning the Vedas now, Gurukul and Vaidji’s Seva Kendra are her worlds.” Raoji smiled at Rawatji who eyed Kunwar Partap once.
“Seva Kendra?” Rawatji asked surprised. “At such a tender age…”
Raoji smiled “Vaidji’s granddaughter Saubhagyawati is her friend. They spend most of the day helping there, especially with the old and homeless people.”
Kunwar Partap stared at them once then back at his plate. Then it struck him The Royal anklet? Couldn’t have been Vaid’s granddaughter… it was…

“The Kheer is too good. So is the ghevar Raoji.” Rawatji smiled. “Tell Hansa Bahena. And do send Ajbante Baisa my blessings.”
“Ajbante … has always cooked better than her mother.” Raoji looked proud.
“She cooked the food?” Rawatji stared stunned licking his fingers.
“Yes, she always cooks for guests herself.” Raoji smiled. They stared at Kunwar Partap finish his dinner in a hurry, Rawatji smiled at a rather worried Raoji.
“Is the food not good enough Kunwarsa?”
“No No Raoji, thank you for it, but I am full.”
Kunwar Partap rose from his seat making the men stare. “I… am done, I need to rest. Subh Ratri.” He left in a hurry.

In the tent, he ran to his trunk and took out the anklet he had found the previous morning. He frowned at it, carefully scrutinizing it once more. He had seen this type of jewellery at home. Navratna studded, and heavy, definitely a princess’ jewellery. He looked at it carefully again and placed it down on the table. Why was she…? He frowned displeased.

Maharani Jivanta Bai had informed Kunwar Partap that his sister’s hand was being asked for marriage by his friend Surjan Singh’s family. He had looked stunned. Marriage? Wasn’t it… for elders? His mother had laughed.
“You are old enough to save your motherland and mother, so you are old enough to honour someone as a wife too!” she had said much to his shock.
“I won’t get into such things ever Ranima, my life is dedicated to my motherland.” He had smiled as worry swept across her face. “Kunwar Partap, there is something you should know.” She had made him sit down.

He had heard her name for the first time that day, Rajkumari Ajbante Kanwar Punwar. He looked at his mother stunned. They had promised an engagement he had no clue about when they were infants? He was grateful that Raoji was a major contributor in all the battles. He had also liked Hansa Mausi when he had met her once at his sister’s engagement. But Marriage with their daughter? He had never thought about life beyond Mewar and wars. He didn’t want it. He was a warrior; His mother always told him that, his life was Mewar’s. The same Ranima had that day, reassured him of her choice, and the necessity of marriage to one’s life.  But how could Ranima know how the princess was? She hadn’t met the girl either. She could be a snobbish spoilt princess, just like most of them who had no clue about the world around them. He was sulking all day about it in secret. He had stayed away from them all his life and today his Ranima was telling him he will eventually marry one.
Kunwar Partap stared at the anklet again. She was no snobbish princess for sure. But why was she… He had met many princesses, their gaze and ways made him feel uneasy at times. His brother had often teased him again and again about how they would die for his attention. And then there was this girl who… She didn’t even want him to see her or know her, yet made him the balm herself. He stared at the bowl of comfort. He couldn’t give the girl false hopes.

Early at dawn, Bhagwati had opened the curtains, as the sunshine from the jharokhas fell on Ajbante Kanwar’s face making her open her eyes slowly.
 “How are you feeling Rajkumarisa?” Bhagwati’s question was met with silence.
She frowned “Ajbante Kanwar Baisa? Baisa?” She got up startling her friend.
“I need to go.” She spoke to her friend holding her hand. “Get the palanquin ready Bhagwati.”
“Hey Eklingji, you fainted yesterday, you have a fever Ajbante Baisa.” Her friend looked worried. “Where are we going so early in the morning?”
“I am fine; I need to find the anklets before someone else does.”
“What?” Saubhagyawati looked stunned like she saw a ghost. “Do you even know who you are saying? We cannot go back to the camp asking around for an anklet. We will be caught. He is Kunwar Partap Singh! He will understand something is amiss, what if he complains to your Daata, what if…”
“Are you coming or not?” Bhagwati’s pleas were cut short by Ajbante Baisa’s words and she agreed in silence.

Kunwar Partap was already late by two days and he did not want to delay his travels any longer. While leaving for Sirohi, a sound in the forest stopped him. The foot soldiers grew alarmed.
“What is it Kunwarsa?”
“I heard something…” He frowned turning back. “A procession?”
“At such an early hour?” The soldiers stared around “No travellers travel this path.”
“I must have heard wrong.” He held his reign. “Let’s go, we are getting late.”

Ajbante frowned at the empty tents. Saubhagyawati smiled relieved “See, it's empty, there is nothing here, let’s go home. Baisa? Baisa! Baisa?” She called in vain and watched her walk inside the largest tent, untying the ropes with her pocket dagger.
“Hai Eklingji, what are you doing?” Bhagwati sat down on the ground worried. She eyed the maid and the soldier who had accompanied them. She hoped the news did not reach Raoji. It was clearly Kunwarsa’s tent Baisa was trespassing into.” We will be caught and hanged like thieves!” She exclaimed.

“Bhagwati come quick.” Ajbante’s alarmed voice made her skip a beat as she peeped into the tent and watched Ajbante Kanwar Baisa stand there, by the empty trunk, the only thing left behind. In her hand, something shone brightly. Coming closer Saubhagyawati’s eyes widened. Her anklet. Ajbante gave her a silent look. She snatched the piece of paper from Ajbante Kanwar Baisa’s hand.

Rajkumarisa.” Bhagwati sounded alarmed staring at Ajbante Kanwar Baisa and back at the letter. “Rajkumarisa, next time you stalk someone make sure, you leave no clues behind, that is the first rule of … Spying on battlefields?” Bhagwati frowned and stopped. She eyed Ajbante’s unreadable face and continued. “Thank you, your balm helped a lot.” She smiled. “But I should inform you, that my heart and soul belong to my motherland. No one else has a place there. Or in my life. I am clearing this up because I don’t want to give any princess a false hope of commitment. Jai Eklingji. Kunwar Partap Singh of Mewar.” Saubhagyawati stopped and there was complete silence. She stared at Ajbante Baisa smiling. For a moment, she feared her friend had lost her sanity from the blow she had received with this letter.

“Baisa?” She looked scared and concerned as Ajbante giggled in a manner very unlike her, “Are you all right?” She was worried.
“All right? Bhago. Bhago. Bhago.” She held her friend’s shoulders and twirled twice surprising her. “I was never so happy!”
“What?” She looked stunned.
“Kunwar Partap! Wrote to me.” Ajbante smiled snatching the letter.
“Yes, telling you not to expect…”
“He taught me a lesson on warfare!” Ajbante Baisa cut her short. She fell silent. “And… He knows who I am. He knows… me!!”

She tucked the letter into her Dagger holder making Bhagwati look surprised, “You are keeping it?”
“Of course, how many people does Kunwarsa write to and give lessons to?” She smirked, her eyes twinkling.
“Ajbante Baisa…”
“He taught me a thing about warfare Bhagwati, and I will teach him more about life. We will impart lessons if that is what Kunwarsa wants!” She smiled a smile her friend knew.
“What is going on in your mind?”
“Kunwar Partap should know that he cannot think of me as just another princess. I, Ajbante Kanwar Punwar will prove to him, that I am an equal and able princess. He will regret this letter, it’s a promise.” Bhagwati looked at her adamant face scared.
“He has heard tales of a Rajputani’s adamant nature Bhago, now he will see one. Ajbante Kanwar Baisa is and will always be his.” She smiled staring at the anklet in her hand.



About Humayun in this one: After being refused shelter by Marwar and many other Rajput states, Humayun with his Harem and a pregnant Hamida Begum arrived at Amerkot, or Umerkot in present-day Pakistan and the king there helped him with food and shelter. Akbar was born there in 1542 before they moved to Kabul, and Humayun sought help from Turkish states to gain back his provinces against Sher Shah and the Lodis. Mewar was in its own turmoils against the Afghans and Suris when the Jauhar of 1535 occurred and then Emperor Humayun arrived late to help Mewar and re-established Rana Vikramaditya as the king. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A Time To Remember

  “Jija.” Heer hugged Ajabdeh and immediately felt she was home. They were standing on the stairs of the Punwar Mansion entrance Ajabdeh was pleasantly surprised to see her. Her hug felt warm and comfortable. Ajabdeh placed her hand on her sister’s head. No amount of video calls could make up for this feeling. “Have you not been eating in Delhi?” She frowned at her sibling “You look thinner.” Heer shook her head and wiped her tears. “I missed you.” “That is your surprise number one.” Shakti walked up behind her on the threshold. “Best ever.” Ajabdeh smiled at him and back at Heer, holding her hands tighter in her own and kissing her cheeks.  “Wait for the rest to decide that,” Shakti warned. Ajabdeh shook her head. “Still the best. This is not replaceable.” Her eyes met Pratap’s across to the portico of the cars where he was helping his mother out. He walked over to Heer and smiled at her. “How are you?” He asked. “We talk every day.” She frowned at his words “Remember?” Ajabd...

Appeasement

If anyone had ever told Aniruddha that stopping child marriage was a big mistake on the part of the Brahmo Samaj and the British government, he would not have hesitated to voice his protest. The idea of ​​initiation into the Brahmo society came to his mind also. He was not afraid to opine that many rules of society were wrong.  One such was that no one from the Zamindar's house ever went to any villagers’ ceremonies. He wanted to go to Devaditya's wedding and he even argued with his father to allow him there. His first revolution was that. On that day, mass weddings were organized in Devipur village. It was good for poor fathers who saved a lot of money. Devaditya has already said that Sampoorna belonged to a poor house. Aniruddha's desire to see such a program had been there for a long time. But little did he know, he would find Bondita there. On that day, Anirudha changed his fate by choice. People said that he brought disaster in his life that day. But Aniruddha often th...

Realisation

That year Ranna Puja at the Roy Chowdhury home was special. It was the first time Bondita was supposed to cook the Bhog by herself. Trilochan Babu did not want to give her the responsibility of cooking alone until she was sixteen years old. Trilochan Babu reminiscenced how Aniruddha’s mother used to cook the entire Bhog alone from that age and there was no reason Bondita could not do the same. Aniruddha protested. "Is this the age for Bondita to do these things? Her exams are near." He stopped at Trilochan Babu's glare. Jethamoshai's expression was as if he knew what Aniruddha might say. "Look, she is your wife, you are teaching her to read and write, sending her to school, you don't listen to us, we have accepted that. But being the eldest daughter-in-law of Roy Chowdhury's house is not a responsibility she can ignore. She must follow the rules of our house, I am still here.” Aniruddha stopped at his words. “Don't you worry? I will study at night.”...

Eternally Yours

Ajabde woke up to find neither the pillow nor the husband beside her. That was really unusual. Has she overslept? No, it was dark and the first birds were singing. She sat up to find that he had neatly arranged the pillows and made his side of the bed and put his blanket over her. She checked the changing room. No, he was not there, but unlike other days his clothes were not in a mess. She freshened up and reached the dressing table. His brooch was not there. Where is he? Has the war... Her heart skipped a beat. What if he had left and not even woken her up? " Daasi? Daasi?" She called as one of them walked in. " Ji Kuwaranisa?" " Where is Kunwarsa?" " He left early in the morning for Dangal and then a visit to the village. Do you need anything?" " No, You may go now." She put on the sindoor in a worry. Maybe something urgent has come up. She walked to the Puja room and was shocked. Her garlands were made, the Chandan was in place and ...

Vow

Amid the rainy season that year which brought torrential downpours and difficulties for the villagers, Bondita stepped into womanhood. But the chaos that followed because of her husband! She was still ashamed to think about it.  Coming back from work Aniruddha realised Bondita was not in the room. That was unusual. It was a school holiday. After turning the pages of the copies he realised, the work he had assigned in the morning was still unfinished. Aniruddha was worried. He knew what the village people or distant relatives in the other part of their house said. Yes, even though he never talked about it with Bondita, he was aware that she had to listen to unpleasant things about her clan, age, and background from a young age. Aniruddha was in awe that till then all these well-wishers never indulged in gossip with her about the incident of the wedding day. But one day he did hear a distant relative’s wife come and enquire to the thirteen-year-old. "How is this possible? Eight year...

Express

The fashion during those days was that during winter holidays people of Calcutta used to go to villages for change. Aniruddha's first friend in advocacy life was Shekhar Mukherjee. He is the son of a business family in Calcutta. Their gold business had been around for a long time. Since Aniruddha told him about Tulsipur, Shekhar wanted to go and spend a few days there. First Aniruddha avoided it. He did not know how Shekhar would view his family and village life, apart from that he did not tell his friend anything about Bondita as well. All he knew was that Aniruddha was married. Aniruddha didn't want Shekhar to see their relationship wrongly after hearing about his friend's child marriage and not understanding his situation. But Shekhar was adamant about going to Tulsipur. Hence Aniruddha was forced to tell him everything. But his reaction was unexpected. Shekhar understood that Aniruddha's married life was not normal even though he didn't say it. It suddenly occur...

My Everything

Kunwar Pratap stormed into the Mahal at Gogunda. Happy faces of the chieftains and soldiers welcomed him as Rao Ramrakh and Rawatji stopped the ongoing Raj tilak. A visibly scared Kunwar Jagmal looked clueless at a visibly angry Kunwar Pratap. Rani Dheerbai Bhattiyani hadn't expected this son of Mewar to show up that too twenty-one days after his father's death. He was not informed as per Dheerbai's instructions. She looked at Rawat Ji. He must have gone to Raoji at Bijolia. No one except them knew where Kunwar Pratap was staying. It was for the safety of his family. " What are you doing Chotima?" A disappointed voice came. She could stoop down so low? " We were about to inform you..." She spoke up in her defence. " When Dheerbai ji?" Maharani Jaivanta Bai, clad in white entered the hall as people bowed before her. " After your son's coronation?" " I did nothing Badima I swear!" A low voice came from Jagmal. " Maha...

Man Bhanjan

  মানভঞ্জন  অনিরুদ্ধকে যদি কেউ কোনদিন বলত যে বাল্যবিবাহ বন্ধ করা ব্রাহ্ম সমাজের ও ইংরেজ সরকারের এক মস্ত ভুল, সে স্বদর্পে তার প্রতিবাদ জানাতে দ্বিধা বোধ করত না। সমাজের অনেক নিয়মকেই ভুল বলতে তার বাঁধে না। এমনকি একবার ব্রাহ্ম সমাজে দীক্ষিত হওয়ার ভাবনাও এসেছিল তার মনে। জমিদার বাড়ির কেউ নাকি গ্রামের কারুর অনুষ্ঠানে যায় না। খানিকটা জেদ করেই দেবদিত্যর বিয়েতে যেতে চেয়েছিল সে। তার প্রথম বিপ্লব সেটি। সেদিন নাকি দেবীপুর গ্রামে সমূহ বিবাহের আয়োজন। গরীব বাপেদের মঙ্গল হয় তাতে। অনেক খরচ বাঁচে। সম্পূর্ণার বাড়ি গরীব, তা দেবদিত্য আগেই বলেছে। এমন একটা অনুষ্ঠান দেখার ইচ্ছা অনিরুদ্ধের বহুদিনের। কিন্তু সেখানে গিয়েই তো দেখা বন্দিতার সাথে। নিজের ভাগ্য নিজের হাতে বদলায় সেদিন অনিরুদ্ধ। লোকে বলে সে নিজের জীবনে সর্বনাশ এনেছিল সেদিন। কিন্তু অনিরুদ্ধর ধারণা সে বন্দিতাকে উদ্ধার করেনি, বরং নিজের আলতা পরা ছোট্ট হাতে তার ঘর সামলে তাকে মুক্তির পথ দেখিয়েছে বন্দিতা। কাউকে সে কোনদিন বলেনি সেই কথা। কেউ বুঝবেনা। বন্দিতাও না। স্ত্রীহীন সংসারে শ্রী এনেছিল সে। অনিরুদ্ধকে বারংবার আশ্বাস দিয়েছিল তার ভাবনা, তার জেদ আ...

Changing Thoughts

" Ajabde." Jaivanta Bai hugged her as Kunwar Pratap unknowingly smiled at the duo. He didn't realise he was not feeling jealous of Ranima's affection for her anymore. " It's so good that you are back." Sajja smiled. " Now you will help us with the Teej preparations." Ajabde smiled nodding as Kunwar Pratap said " I will go to the arena, I will be there after... I mean....at Lunch." He left in haste as Jaivanta Bai stared at Ajabde who had a little pink blush on her cheeks. Jaivanta Bai smiled as she was not sure if Pratap said that to her or his wife.   All through the day, Ajabde helped by going through the smallest details of the Teej Preparations until lunchtime. All the Ranis were impressed by how she knew everything so easily. She walked into her room post lunch and gasped at the scene. The maps, the books, and his things were all scattered where they were not meant to be. The Daasis were apparently too scared to touch his import...

Upolobdhi

  উপলব্ধি   সেদিন বাড়িতে রান্নাপুজো ছিল । বন্দিতার সেবার প্রথম ভোগ রান্নার পালা। পনেরো বছর বয়েস অবধি তাকে একা ভোগ রান্নার দায়িত্ব দিতে চায়নি ত্রিলোচন বাবু। সেবার তার বয়েস ষোল হলে ত্রিলোচন বাবু জানায় ঠিক অনিরুদ্ধের মায়ের মতন ওই একই বয়েস থেকে সম্পূর্ণ ভোগ রান্না করবে সে। অনিরুদ্ধ প্রতিবাদ করে। “বন্দিতার এখন বয়েস এইসব করার? সামনে পরীক্ষা ওর।” ত্রিলোচন বাবুর চাউনিতে থেমে যায় সে। জ্যাঠামশাইয়ের হাবভাবটা এমন যেন তিনি জানতেন অনিরুদ্ধ কি কি বলতে পারে। “দেখো বাপু, তোমার স্ত্রী, তুমি পড়াচ্ছ লেখাচ্ছ আমাদের বাঁধা শোন না, আমরা মেনে নিয়েছি। কিন্তু রায় চৌধুরী বাড়ির বড়বউ হওয়া মুখের কথা না। আমাদের বাড়ির রীতি মেনে তাকে চলতেই হবে, আমি এখনও বেঁচে আছি।” তার কথার সুরে থেমে যায় অনিরুদ্ধ। “আপনি চিন্তা করবেন না। আমি সব পড়া রাত্রে করে রাখবো।” আশ্বাস দেয় বন্দিতা। ‘আর কি, তারপর সারাদিন খেটে শরীর খারাপ হোক, আর পরীক্ষা দিতে হবে না, ভালই তো।” বিদ্রুপ করে অনিরুদ্ধ। বন্দিতা মুচকি হাসে। তাতে আরো রাগ হয় তার। “হাসছো কেন? মশকরা করছি আমি?” বন্দিতা আঁচল টেনে নেয় মাথার উপর। “আমি না করলে কে করবে এসব?” তার প্রশ্নে পাকা...