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A Conjugal Conversation – দাম্পত্যআলাপ - BuddhadebBosu (part-2)

27 September, 2019 03:04:00 PM

Translated by Pratik Ghosh.  Developer of the "JUSTORI" the radio station in hand.

“Thank god. So there is some fiction. Tell me from the beginning – don’t leave anything out. Begin by saying where you first met.”

“First – at my uncle’s place.”

“Your uncle?”

“Yes, my uncle. The one we stayed with in Delhi last time. Sushama was his sister-in-law.”

“You never told me before that your uncle had a sister-in-law.”

“Ah, there are many such things that I haven’t got around to tell you yet. If I don’t die or you don’t leave me for taking someone else’s hand, gradually all will be disclosed.”

“What rubbish you talk.”

“That means you like the idea. And why not? Which women marry more than once? Only those with great charms – isn’t it so?”

“Well, women are not lechers like men. Huff all that I hear these days! The era of polygamy has almost returned.”

“Your favourite novelist has already proven that it is natural for men to be polygamous and all these war, famine, mayhems are because we have gone against it. Whatever you may say, I find his opinion on this matter rather reasonable.”

“Wouldn’t you! There aren’t much to know about how you men are! Who knows how many Sushamas are hiding in your cupboard.”

“Again, you are mistaken.”

“Uncle’s sister-in-law! What a convenient relationship!It means no relationship at all!”

“You will be pleased to know that I have never even properly spoken to Sushama.”

“If someone else said it, I wouldn’t have believed that.”

“You know that your husband is pretty much daft. He cannot even fabricate a lie. What luck to have such a husband!”

“You are an expert in talking rubbish. No fun in listening to a story from you.”

“Well I am inexperienced. So, I have to beat my gum to tell a tale. I have heard that your favouritenovelist, hardly at 35, already had 24 affairs of which 18 are extra-marital. Possibly an exaggeration but without such experience how could one write. And I – got married conventionally and leading a conventional sedentary life. That’s why I could achieve nothing.”

“But this Sushama seemed to be quite an experience for you.”

“Ah if you call that an experience, your trendy friends would laugh. One afternoon meeting a girl sitting at the corner of a room that I entered cannot be much of an experience.”

“Wow, this is going to be something. Go on, go on.”

“I had just passed my MA and was still looking for a job. Then uncle too didn’t get his job in Delhi. He was trying to set up his legal practice here at the Calcutta High Court. I was staying at the YMCA in Bhowanipore and frequently dropped by at Uncle’s place in Ballygunge for a chit-chat.”

“Chit-chat with whom? Your cousins were surely not grown up then.”

“That’s not fair to say. But if I object, then you will say I am rubbishing. I used to chit-chat with my aunt. She was very affectionate towards me. Women’s greatness is in loving the undeserving.”

“Can’t they love the deserving ones at all?”

“It is easier to love the undeserving. In women’s love, affection has the bigger share. And you know affection flows downstream.”

“Enough. Now quickly make the heroine enter the stage.”

“Then listen. One afternoon I went to uncle’s. I stopped as I entered the living room. A girl unknown to me reading a book sitting on a chair at the far corner of the room. Her open hair fell on her back and the afternoon sunlight through the shutters hung like a tape upon it. I haven’t seen her before. I was hesitating at the door. Lifting her eyes from the book having seen me she too was uncertain. Putting her fingers between the pages, she sat quietly thinking whether to leave or say something. I hurried inside and found aunt in the kitchen.

She pleasantly said – ‘Ah you came on a right day. I was thinking of you Suman.’

I queried, ‘Are you frying fish cakes?’

Wiping her face, aunt said, ‘Go, have a seat. I will be done soon.’

I said, ‘I saw a lady at the living room.’

‘A lady? Which lady? Oh Sushi’. Aunt smiled. ‘Oh well, Sushi too is a lady nowadays.’

‘Let me sit here aunt. Give me that stool.’

‘Will you sit here in this heat?’

‘If you can sit here in this heat to fry those cakes, we who would oblige in eating them, can suffer a little.’

 

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Begin by saying where you first met.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFirst \u2013 at my uncle\u2019s place.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYour uncle?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, my uncle. The one we stayed with in Delhi last time. Sushama was his sister-in-law.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou never told me before that your uncle had a sister-in-law.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAh, there are many such things that I haven\u2019t got around to tell you yet. If I don\u2019t die or you don\u2019t leave me for taking someone else\u2019s hand, gradually all will be disclosed.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat rubbish you talk.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat means you like the idea. And why not? Which women marry more than once? Only those with great charms \u2013 isn\u2019t it so?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, women are not lechers like men. Huff all that I hear these days! 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No fun in listening to a story from you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell I am inexperienced. So, I have to beat my gum to tell a tale. I have heard that your favouritenovelist, hardly at 35, already had 24 affairs of which 18 are extra-marital. Possibly an exaggeration but without such experience how could one write. And I \u2013 got married conventionally and leading a conventional sedentary life. That\u2019s why I could achieve nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut this Sushama seemed to be quite an experience for you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAh if you call that an experience, your trendy friends would laugh. One afternoon meeting a girl sitting at the corner of a room that I entered cannot be much of an experience.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWow, this is going to be something. Go on, go on.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI had just passed my MA and was still looking for a job. Then uncle too didn\u2019t get his job in Delhi. He was trying to set up his legal practice here at the Calcutta High Court. 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