A Conjugal Conversation – দাম্পত্যআলাপ - BuddhadebBosu (part-3)
11 October, 201909:30:00 AM
Translated by Pratik Ghosh. Developer of the "JUSTORI" the radio station in hand.
Till aunt finished her cooking, I spent the time in the kitchen. While chatting, I got to know about the lady called Sushi. Aunt’s sister. Their mother too had come. They would stay a few days. I wasn’t very pleased to realize that at my aunt’s kingdom the era of Suman would end now and the era of Sushi would commence upon.
After a while, the young lady came over by the door. I realized that she was surprised to see me there but ignoring me as if I wasn’t there, she said, ‘Didi, someone is over the phone looking for you.’
Aunt said, ‘I can’t take the call now. Suman, please could you? And Sushi, this is our Suman. You will get to know more about him soon.’
I went to take the call.
I had to accept Sushama as an essential part of my uncle’s place then. Soon after my aunt’s marriage, her father died. They had no brother. So, the responsibility of the younger sister naturally came over to the elder sibling. Sushama passed her high school from Rongpur.It wasn’t difficult for me to guess that deep in my aunt’s and her mother’s mind lied the double hope that if she moved to Kolkata, while she would be able to continue well with her studies, the door leading to the ultimate goal of a woman’s life could open up as well.”
“Wow! That sounds like a fairy tale. I am surprised how you slipped out of Sushama’s hand to fall into mine. So, tell me how your friendship flourished. Uncle’s place must have turned into paradise – didn’t it?”
“I already told you that to socialize I preferred going to the Uncle’s only. Unlike other guys of my age, I didn’t like fooling around. I would spend most of the time reading books in my room and whenever I was tired the affection of my aunt would draw me there. Even my aunt used to often joke – ‘Suman, you would be so much tied to your wife’s apron string that the poor girl would be suffocated.’
You surely will agree that on certain matters she indeed was foresighted.”
“Enough – no need to beat your own drum. Men tied to wife’s apron string are not that great.”
“You are well aware that I have got a very few manly qualities. I cannot get angry; I can’t play petty games with heart; servants are not sacred of me. Even I couldn’t have an affair in spite of my youth and proximity to a charming young woman. Shame to my manhood!”
“I see. Was the young lady very charming then? It doesn’t seem so from the picture.”
“Here she has taken the photo after making up. It has turned her face into a mask. Her dark face had a glow which I liked.”
“O ho – why did you stop? Be a little more poetic.”
“What you joke about being poetic, is her real description.”
“Oh God, you can’t stand a little joke. This sounds grave. Let’s hear – so, then?”
“No then. That’s all. Sometimes an opaque image swings about in my head – if you think that is of Sushama, you will be mistaken. Like a half dream in the early hours of morning – it has no shape, just a yearning. Whose image – really nobody knows. It is not the state of falling in love with someone but to fall in love with love itself. I don’t know if this happens to you lot.”
“Had you asked Sushama, you would have known.”
“You are forgetting that though we always met when I went there, we hardly ever spoke to each other directly. We used to gather around at the southern balcony. Sushama at a distance, her face almost hidden. In the dark I could hardly make it out. On one moonlit evening aunt pleaded – ‘Sushi, sing a song’. She just didn’t want to sing. After a lot of cajoling, almost forcibly, aunt got her to sing. Gradually she became comfortable with singing. On an evening, she might sing ten songs – one after another. After she stopped, for a while we would just forget to speak.
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Sushama passed her high school from Rongpur.It wasn’t difficult for me to guess that deep in my aunt’s and her mother’s mind lied the double hope that if she moved to Kolkata, while she would be able to continue well with her studies, the door leading to the ultimate goal of a woman’s life could open up as well.”<\/p>\r\n<p>“Wow! That sounds like a fairy tale. I am surprised how you slipped out of Sushama’s hand to fall into mine. So, tell me how your friendship flourished. Uncle’s place must have turned into paradise – didn’t it?”<\/p>\r\n<p>“I already told you that to socialize I preferred going to the Uncle’s only. Unlike other guys of my age, I didn’t like fooling around. I would spend most of the time reading books in my room and whenever I was tired the affection of my aunt would draw me there. Even my aunt used to often joke – ‘Suman, you would be so much tied to your wife’s apron string that the poor girl would be suffocated.’<\/p>\r\n<p>You surely will agree that on certain matters she indeed was foresighted.”<\/p>\r\n<p>“Enough – no need to beat your own drum. Men tied to wife’s apron string are not that great.”<\/p>\r\n<p>“You are well aware that I have got a very few manly qualities. I cannot get angry; I can’t play petty games with heart; servants are not sacred of me. Even I couldn’t have an affair in spite of my youth and proximity to a charming young woman. Shame to my manhood!”<\/p>\r\n<p>“I see. Was the young lady very charming then? It doesn’t seem so from the picture.”<\/p>\r\n<p>“Here she has taken the photo after making up. It has turned her face into a mask. Her dark face had a glow which I liked.”<\/p>\r\n<p>“O ho – why did you stop? 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I wasn\u2019t very pleased to realize that at my aunt\u2019s kingdom the era of Suman would end now and the era of Sushi would commence upon.<\/p>\n<p>After a while, the young lady came over by the door. I realized that she was surprised to see me there but ignoring me as if I wasn\u2019t there, she said, \u2018Didi, someone is over the phone looking for you.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Aunt said, \u2018I can\u2019t take the call now. Suman, please could you? And Sushi, this is our Suman. You will get to know more about him soon.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>I went to take the call.<\/p>\n<p>I had to accept Sushama as an essential part of my uncle\u2019s place then. Soon after my aunt\u2019s marriage, her father died. They had no brother. So, the responsibility of the younger sister naturally came over to the elder sibling. Sushama passed her high school from Rongpur.It wasn\u2019t difficult for me to guess that deep in my aunt\u2019s and her mother\u2019s mind lied the double hope that if she moved to Kolkata, while she would be able to continue well with her studies, the door leading to the ultimate goal of a woman\u2019s life could open up as well.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWow! That sounds like a fairy tale. I am surprised how you slipped out of Sushama\u2019s hand to fall into mine. So, tell me how your friendship flourished. Uncle\u2019s place must have turned into paradise \u2013 didn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI already told you that to socialize I preferred going to the Uncle\u2019s only. Unlike other guys of my age, I didn\u2019t like fooling around. I would spend most of the time reading books in my room and whenever I was tired the affection of my aunt would draw me there. Even my aunt used to often joke \u2013 \u2018Suman, you would be so much tied to your wife\u2019s apron string that the poor girl would be suffocated.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>You surely will agree that on certain matters she indeed was foresighted.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEnough \u2013 no need to beat your own drum. Men tied to wife\u2019s apron string are not that great.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou are well aware that I have got a very few manly qualities. I cannot get angry; I can\u2019t play petty games with heart; servants are not sacred of me. Even I couldn\u2019t have an affair in spite of my youth and proximity to a charming young woman. Shame to my manhood!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI see. Was the young lady very charming then? It doesn\u2019t seem so from the picture.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHere she has taken the photo after making up. It has turned her face into a mask. Her dark face had a glow which I liked.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cO ho \u2013 why did you stop? 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