Chapter 3: Beauty Captivated
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I was again alone standing with my thoughts, what if she does not ever come to talk to me. But then I thought that why should she would not talk to me, I was only her cousin sister’s son. No harm in talking.
The sun was reaching the west horizon. Everyone got busy in dressing themselves in their best dress to attend the marriage. As we were from the groom’s family, so I had to be a part of the groom procession.
I came to know that, the bride’s house is somewhat four hours journey by bus to a place called Ranaghat, and the time of marriage was at late night.
I generally, being a Bengali, wear Dhuti and Punjabi in the marriage ceremonies of my near and dear ones.
So that day also I wore my patent Dhuti and Punjabi. And except groom, I was the only person to wear that dress, so I was easily being identified.
Every where was a chaos of getting dressed up.
The sun went down, the marriage house lit up with thousands of bulbs and tubes.
I was again alone in the crowd, with my senses of Paree.
I felt a tug on my arm, as I looked over my shoulder, I saw a boy of probably eight years old calling me.
I asked ---“What happened?”
---“Hi, I am, Dushtu, everyone calls me dushtu and I am Shasanko’s son.”
---“Ok, glad to meet you, dushtu.”
---“My youngest aunt, Paree, is calling you in the courtyard.”
Oh!!! My god, at last, god answered my call I thought. Well Paree, was looking for me. I felt like turbulent waves crashing in my heart.
But I asked dushtu ---“Why, is she calling me?”
That naughty small boy giggled at me --- “Go and meet her and ask yourself why she is asking about you.”
Saying that, the boy vanished in the crowd...