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the physician blazoned''no more he is''.

panditji savagely grumped,'' you were with my son! speak deluxe witch....you killed him...Did you?!''

the question of panditji had echoed in the crowds .and they erupted ,for the forfeiture of their beloved.I was only weeping.only weeping.''how could you, he is mine beloved too''i gushed fiercely in no vain. '' beloved... why killed him'' ''a witch in disguise '','' bino's culprit she is!'' . I was too sensible to be twigged . 'shall I have the guilt that beholds not me?' my mind was interpreting with the ventilating public,my eyes were gazing him. I left for the mansion early.

''what is the disgrace ?"Baba asked.

I was too cold to breathe.I left for my chamber.I sat by my limpid window side,peering for him.my eyes were bathed ,his flute still beholds my heart.where is binoy? one who turned me star pupil,where is the sweet urchin?.there was indifference in scarlet alta and daunt blood. life has churned one's salad days in misery and mistery. anger,pain agony ,love all has meld in one heart.

it's been two months

it 's a sunday morning when kisor sir has come .

''zamindar sahib'' the chalkie preached.

''asha is too scholastic for me. She must be solicit for higher studies, sahib .I hope she will be a great noblity in future''

''ah '' baba cold shouldered him''I know she's doing well,here is your fees''. a wasd of notes was placed.

''aye sir , please let lata continue''

'' fie ,fie your vile motives'' a voice cracked

'' have you lost your mind or norms of society is seen by blind eyes?this books , education all is incurbed for fair maidens! only a husband's shades give honour in society''

I was there hearkening my beloved baba's voice which mismatched with kisor sir's.

later at night,I sat before the cheval glass,not amused by my fair belle,but by a ruffle thought'' why ain't a maiden learn for the stilness of bent riches or for pretty groundless visions ?"

I remembered bino's quote'once a dawn a girl will stand for herself ,to splinter the norms of public!'. and I said, "yes dear bufoon!'' and we used to merry and laugh.this very dusk ,the rich maiden of fair mansion has been the traitor to her beloveds.there was a scruple zeal to defy for a noble cause.

the days were too easy to hold on.pain is faded by time and fates.'' its time for you to be a maiden!".a deep tone echoed in the fancy allure of the dine space.the biryani and curry was still left.I ceased my dine to keek baba 's eyes.He resumed '' it's a father concern for his naive to be settled.rai sahib's blood is too noble to be bungled. the public interrogates me ,you ,pride of mansion''. a father's imply to his heart or a sahib's edict to asha?.I smiled creepily and replied,"baba a girl is virtue of her pater,the gem of mansions who's suffled and questioned as a jester. ''

''asha latha'' he yelled'' mind the words that you speak ,a pretty nuisance ! you are''

" You must be hitched soon ''

'' sahib , I will learn, I care too little for dozy speeches'' I barked back and left him with pearl tears .

after a few days....

can the undaunted gallant billou lay off?she decided to move to the state . to built a modish fame, to rebel her cast and fight for colleens.It was a haunted night ,ghostly quiet .all were slumbering at the mid hour,except me.I stuffed four saries, some ready cash and few books in the bag and moved along my way. the guard was napping ,I tip toed and went outside the manion. the night was chill and bleak. I reched the bus stop, catched a train to mahespur ,then for calcutta ,which was 12 km away .

I felt as a fish out of water in the sassy city .I was sitting stilly in the dusty wodden bench , with all my stuff and ambitions , daring to face all odds.I was in a pinch of salt when a glum shade cast over me.my eyes found a juvenile chap in a khaki robe with inky spectacles. '' mam , may I help you ?" a voice preached .

'' nay, I will make out!"

'' at this mid hour of night where you will wander?

''I am officer subrat banerjee, here is my ID''

the card said: Name: subrat banerjee

Area: calcutta, west

Status: senior police

and there was a government stamp which relieved me.

Behind shades of threats ,I was with a so called officer at mid hour in the sassy roads of calcutta.we sat in the motor car .the car geared with a sovoiur conversation''why here in calcutta?"

" in due of a moil"

''where you would rest?"

"any vilayati lodge !"

"first time"

"Uh ..hmm"

and there was a dead mum with no more enquiry.

after a while the young cop blur,"we don't see here any lodge opened at mid hour ,do we!"

I was still mum waiting for his gen.

"oh , I see .." he was murmuring and turned off his goggles to glance at me.his eyes were lightning terror pricking my sight . ''you can have a sojourn at my naive ....''he said .

''nay...sir I 'll seek ,don't trouble"

''mend your thoughts , Iam a cop here with no second class dreams ''

I sensed well and agreed with him.and the car stopped near a olive green exit. the flunkey carried my bag to the room.

''I have night shift ...mangu , I'll be not for dine''

''yes huzzor'' he dropped a curtsy and went off. the room was bossom red with french lamps. I changed my attire and went for a nap .morning was soon and I had my morning dine .mr. banerjee was looking eccentric to ask, but was stilly.

'' it seems you have to ask ?do you!''

''ann..yes ..m m.....miss ?''

''latha!"

"latha, it seems you are novel here ...I do have a fine proposal,if you wish I 'll spout''

I was at qualms still daring to interrogate at all odds.

'' yes surely'' I freaked unconventionally.

'' for a fresh youth here , the daily bread matters''

he continued with a jerk ,''I 've a cormade MR.pathak, who's a renowed barrister ....he's haunting for a typerwritist for his book ''

''well'' was my only comment with a wistful touch.

''it's seems you are too ineed..and educated too. he provides gratis at living,food and education ''

''oh, I see!''

''so what's your conclusion''

'' agreed as the former''

and we laughed and at the evening hour decided for a visit at mr.pathak's villa.

this was all that happened on my first day at kolkata

hope to hear from you soon

with love,

asha latha.

it was a cozy dusk hour when the motor car went off the tapering streets of the city.after roaming about an hour,the car finally ceased near the villa.it was classy domicile dipped in scarlet bricks and glossy marbles,much spacious than my abandoned mansion at tulsipur.we sat in the guest room when I heared tapping sound at the wodden floor.''amit,how man?"

'' bhison bhalo dada[very good brother]''

a spunky man entered with a sly beam.I think I could be more crystal clear.he was attired in blue waist coat with a stiff collar and buttoned evenly.his eyes rested upon me .

'' shubu ?!!''

''oh,I always brush off, pathak ,she's asha latha''

mr banerjee continued,'' she's here new and in a quest of a job.I told her about the vaccancy,so see the dilemma !''

he laughed louder than us.''oh,I see...asha what's your proviso?'' said mr. pathak in a creepy manner.

in those days schooling was cut fit for a job and women were too heartened those days. so I was in a good train.I think ,cause mr. pathak gave me a decent job with bread and living at his own expenses.

so I am there staying at the upper room besides mr .pathak's. in this grand villa, he owns six rooms, two bed rooms, with each bath area and one space which many learned people posses nowadays.and a small kitchen with a winsome garden .

so today's the first day of my work and I don't wanna be late so abide a by diary.I'll see you at night.

your's asha latha.

He was there sitting in study.I walked plainly dressed in my causual saree.''latha sit '' he greeted warmly and there was a tring...nggggg....!!...!!.he went off to atten the call.I was sitting

calmly,my eyes were gazing to the book shelf .I was bewitched with his collection of books.tagore,shakespeare,dickenson, were in general with a bit of horror and comedy adorned.next to the shelf was a potrait of mr.pathak with a degree and the certificate of his barristree. he came soon and said with a crunchy voice,'' I am a barrister done in london, manchester.here in india for a pretty cause. why here in calcutta? you seems from a noblity''

I gasped my breath and said,'' well ,I hail from a family of nobles.here in calcutta to study and earn the ambition, every lass is forbidden for''

he was lighted up . '' my book is based on the twinge of pain that a solitary maiden is cursed in this fair states.it advocates,rebells for them to stand up for their beloved it's pinned in bengali ,for them to get well''

I was over the moon to work .

he also stated of the ingress in rachell's college ,this weekend. and the work started.''case no 253.amit pathak.your honour,I shall remiscient you of the dillema.the cause that brisks of society,women's education Vs norms of authenticity.the typing continued till odd hours.''you want to quit now,huh?!" . ''no sir, we can still go on!". he only reflected a smile aback. he seems sometimes spooky, being honest though. ''can you get a sip of coffee,huh?!" he asked at the mid hour.yes. I went to the kitchen ,it was dark inside.

It cost me an hour cause I was scrambling with toasts .It was my first drop by at the kitchen.''sir,pardon , here is the coffee''

there was a ghastly mum.I waited.... .''toast?"said I. and went curled to glance him,and found slumber in return.he was looking as a young charm of the untouched glass,slumbering over the wodden table.oh! I am getting late, must leave.I just tried to pile up the books he was napping on.

the next dawn was bit muddled,cause it was my first day.I have packed all.books,texts,oh !..the pen .yes,all set for a start up.the bus will be there just.i must haste before ,my proffesors grow teriffic of a naive.

we 'll link up at the villa.hope to pen on soon.

your's latha.

this weekend was great.

My lectures went well.I was shit-hot.my chalkie commented though.

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