When Shailesh woke up in the morning, it seemed to him that he had been having nightmares all night long. Peering through the window, Maria saw that Usha was busy with housework, with Somen, as if she was begging for food. On the way down the stairs, Usha raised her face and said, "Make your tea and throw it away. If you delay in washing your face, everything will get cold." Take it a little early.
Shailesh said, well, you send it gay, I will not be a minute late. Saying this, he jumped up and entered his bathroom. I said to myself, well I am an idiot? Not only did he smile in the morning, remembering that he had spent the night in his turmoil and anxiety, knowing the declaration of marital strife as Bhishma's promise, but he also felt ashamed of himself. If there was a disagreement or two quarrels in the family, if the wife left her husband's house and took shelter in her grandfather's house, then there would be no other living being in the world. Even if Somen's mother was scared for two or ten days, but the wife, religion and husband, who are purely Hindu-minded like Usha, in a different world and who have no worries, if she let a single word of her anger go beyond the teachings and reforms of her birth. If so, what is left in the world? And there is more madness or busyness in being busy with this, realizing this without any doubt, his fears and thoughts were erased and his heart was filled with the juice of peace and love. And even though he didn't want to, he compared Usha to Beaver and two or four other women in their educated society and sighed and said, "Stay, Dad, there's no more work. If I ever have my own daughter, she'll be like her mother." I will thank God for such initiation. Saying this, he hurriedly finished his work and came to his study in five-six minutes.
The newly-appointed Muslim butler seemed to be startled by the arrival of breakfast, tea, bread, butter, cakes, etc. He was always accustomed to all these things, sometimes only a few obstacles in the day; But when Behara left it on the table and went away, she felt disgusted today by wanting to drink these things; By the time Usha came home, instead of all this, homemade food like salt, kachuri, etc., would come with her morning tea. He just poured himself a cup of tea from the kettle, called the butler and said goodbye to all.
And thinking that the excuse of not eating would make it a little harder, he slowly and unnecessarily delayed when he finished the cup, and the tea became cold and tasteless; When he returned, he picked up the empty cup, but the sound of footsteps was no longer heard, and Usha did not enter the room.
Gradually the day dawned, Snahar Saria would be ready for college. Even today, during the meal, the dawn came and sat like any other day; No difference in his interest, care or conversation was noticed by anyone in the house, only by Shailesh. Realizing in a night how far a man could go without effort, without style, he was absolutely stunned. Entering the room dressed as a college-goer, the first thing that caught his eye was the small notebook of household expenses on the table. Maybe he had been reading like this since yesterday, he didn't notice otherwise it is neither possible nor true that Usha has just left it for him. Even today, the month is not over — suddenly it is needed here or what? However, the tie tied around his neck remained unfinished, with some curiosity, some inattentiveness, he turned the page one by one and came to the last page. The same thing is written on the pages — the fish, vegetables, potatoes, rice, sacks of rice, the price of milk, the salary of the servant লেখা the amount deposited in the book deposited till tomorrow is clearly written. The day this writing begins, he is in Allahabad. He didn't have a hand then, he doesn't have a hand if it ends here today. For a long time, Shailesh stared at the first page of the first day. This thing is a matter of his two days in the world. It was not before, if it is not after, then the family will not be stagnant, after two days he may forget himself. Still, I don't think so. Closing the book and re-tying you, it suddenly seemed to be his biggest thing today, the value of anything in this world cannot be singled out. This book, this account was not enough to be written one day, and one day all of them became insignificant.
When Shailesh finally came out in his clothes, he could not call Usha and ask her anything, despite a thousand wishes. In the unknown future, his mind began to stumble and die again and again, yet he could not find the courage to fortify the uncertainty in a certain accident.
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