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Shephali
I am another housewife of this "Sonar Bangla", Kolkata. But my residence is a little bit different from the usual urban City of Joy. We love uttar Kolkata, the typical 'Ghoti's' territory. This part has successfully isolated the culture of the city. Our colony also preserved the conservative thoughts and restrictions as well. So I only have the freedom to express these feelings only in my diary. No, it's not my story the heroine of this story is Shephali . How can I forget you dear , maybe you are cursing me from the afterlife for telling this to the whole world, but trust me I am literally supporting your escape .
It was a sunny fine day of October when all the festivals along with Divali were over. I was busy washing all those extra clothes of the festival when our neighborhood lady called my mother in law. "Kakima pls come in , mother is on the rooftop ,"ok ok bouma , then I will sit here. Oh today is so hot"
I called my mother in law who was setting the 'Achar' for drying. Coming back to my work I started humming a Rabindrasangeet , cause I know that a long episode of gossip will start soon.
I was about to sing it loudly when I heard my name . "Didi , you carry those jars on the rooftop yourself?" "Ya, what can I do cause bouma was also washing clothes that time."
"Seriously what is she doing all day ?"
Yes, this is my reality. I don't mind hearing these words now cause it is almost 5 years since I put an blind eye to all of these .
"Ha what can you do didi , everyone is the same . Our subodh is also bringing a bride of his own choice ."
"What, you fixed our Subodh 'A wedding? And visiting without misti ! Sarala you must visit sometimes with subodh for pre 'Aiburovat'."
"Ya, not very excited didi. Science subodh is our only son so we just can't turn him down"
"Why, nowadays all these kids do love marriage. It is nothing new so just be happy .
"No didi, if the family has some status in society then I would never complain , but she is an orphan and brought up to the priest of a Dakhinaswar Temple."
"And how is her looks?"yes the looks are fine, they are the reason Subodh got seduced by her, or else Subodh is a very decent child."
" Oh didi then it's ok. Just leave those worries and start preparing for the wedding."
I was listening to all these badmouthing until now suddenly a picture of Subodh started floting before my eyes ...........................
TO BE CONTINUED...........................
© Phonix
It was a sunny fine day of October when all the festivals along with Divali were over. I was busy washing all those extra clothes of the festival when our neighborhood lady called my mother in law. "Kakima pls come in , mother is on the rooftop ,"ok ok bouma , then I will sit here. Oh today is so hot"
I called my mother in law who was setting the 'Achar' for drying. Coming back to my work I started humming a Rabindrasangeet , cause I know that a long episode of gossip will start soon.
I was about to sing it loudly when I heard my name . "Didi , you carry those jars on the rooftop yourself?" "Ya, what can I do cause bouma was also washing clothes that time."
"Seriously what is she doing all day ?"
Yes, this is my reality. I don't mind hearing these words now cause it is almost 5 years since I put an blind eye to all of these .
"Ha what can you do didi , everyone is the same . Our subodh is also bringing a bride of his own choice ."
"What, you fixed our Subodh 'A wedding? And visiting without misti ! Sarala you must visit sometimes with subodh for pre 'Aiburovat'."
"Ya, not very excited didi. Science subodh is our only son so we just can't turn him down"
"Why, nowadays all these kids do love marriage. It is nothing new so just be happy .
"No didi, if the family has some status in society then I would never complain , but she is an orphan and brought up to the priest of a Dakhinaswar Temple."
"And how is her looks?"yes the looks are fine, they are the reason Subodh got seduced by her, or else Subodh is a very decent child."
" Oh didi then it's ok. Just leave those worries and start preparing for the wedding."
I was listening to all these badmouthing until now suddenly a picture of Subodh started floting before my eyes ...........................
TO BE CONTINUED...........................
© Phonix
