Aparichita, Bangla Chhoto Golpo, Golpomala, Rabindranath Tagore ( Part - 3 )

 

অপরিচিতা

Aparichita

রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর

Bengali Short Story - Aprichita ( Rabindranath Tagore ) Part - 3

Everyone in the house is furious. Daughter's father is so stupid! Koli came to Charpoya! Everyone said, "Let's see, how do you marry a girl." But what is the punishment for the one who does not remember the fear that his daughter will not get married. I am the only man in all of Bangladesh whom the daughter's father has himself sent back from the wedding ceremony. What kind of wicked person has painted such a big stigma on the forehead of such a great saint by lighting so many lights, playing music, and performing ceremonies? The bride and groom began to beat their foreheads saying that, 'The marriage did not take place but they cheated us and fed us.

"I will file a complaint for breach of marriage contract and defamation," said the uncle. Well-wishers explained, then the rest of the joke will be completed. Needless to say, I was also very angry. At some point, Shambhunath Bisham seized our legs and fell down, I just wanted to give it to the mustache line. But, alongside the black current of this outrage there was another current which was not black at all. All the mind that had gone into the water of that stranger - still can't pull it back. Go remained behind the wall. Her sandal painted on her forehead, her red sari on her body, the blush of shame on her face, how can I tell what is inside her heart.

The imagination of my world bowed down to offer me all the flowers of spring. The wind comes, I smell, I hear the sound of leaves - waiting for just one more step - at such a time, the distance of that one step became infinite in a moment! So long that every evening I went to Vinudada's house and disturbed him. The language of Vinuda's narration was so narrow that his every word lit a fire in the center of my mind like a spark. I understood that the girl's appearance was amazing, but I didn't see her in the eyes, I didn't see her picture, everything was blurred. He didn't catch it outside, I couldn't even remember him - that's why my mind wandered like a ghost outside the walls of that wedding ceremony that day.

I heard from Harish that my photograph was shown to the girl. Liked it. There is no reason not to. My mind says, that picture is hidden in one of his boxes. He shuts the door in his lonely room and does not open it one day at noon. When he leans down and looks at the picture, doesn't the hair fall from both sides of his face? When he suddenly hears footsteps outside, does he not quickly hide the picture in his scent? days pass A year passed. Mama can't talk about marriage because of shame. My mother wanted me to try marriage when the people of the society would forget about my humiliation.

Meanwhile I heard that the girl had found a good husband, but she had vowed not to marry. Hearing this, my heart was filled with excitement. I began to imagine, he does not eat well; Evening comes, she forgets to tie her hair. Her father wanted to drink her mouth and thought, 'Why is my daughter becoming like this day by day?' Suddenly one day he came to his house and saw that her eyes were full of water. He asked, 'Mom, tell me what happened to you.' The girl quickly wiped her tears and said, 'Nothing happened, father.' Father's daughter is a very loving girl. When the girl like a flower bud on a rainless day has become completely despondent, then the father's life is no longer comfortable. Then he ran to our door with pride. After that?

After that, the black stream in his mind took the form of a black snake and boiled up. He said, 'Let the marriage ceremony be arranged one more time, Let the lights be lit, the people of the country and abroad be invited, after that, you leave the meeting with a bunch of dalia on the bridegroom's feet.' But, the river which was as white as tears took the form of a swan and said, 'Just as I went to Damayanti's flower bed one day, do me like that. Let it fly once — I will bring the happy news to Birhini's ear once.''After that?

Then the sad night fell, the new rains fell, the pale flower raised its face — now all the world was outside that wall, and only one man entered. After that? After that I ran out of words. But, it didn't end like that. Let me conclude this article by telling a little about the place where it has come and gone. I went on pilgrimage with my mother. The burden was on me. Because uncle did not cross Habra pool this time either. I slept in the train. All kinds of random dreams were playing in the head while shaking.

I suddenly woke up at a station. Light mixed with darkness is also a dream; Only the stars of the sky are ever known— And all the unknown is obscure; The lamp-koi of the station stands upright and catches the light, showing how unfamiliar this world is and how far everything around is. Mother is sleeping in the car; Draw the green screen under the lights; The toranga box belongings are all scattered around someone's neck, they are like the shifting furniture of a dreamer, somehow falling between being and not being in the flickering light of green anger.

At such a time, in the strange night of that strange world, who said, "Come quickly, there is room in this car." I thought I heard music. One can fully understand how sweet Bengali words are in a Bengali girl's voice if one suddenly hears them out of nowhere. But, this voice cannot be classified as a girl's voice, it is only a man's voice; As soon as I heard it, my mind said, 'I have never heard anything like that.' Forever the voice of the voice is a great truth to me. Form is not the greatest thing but that which is inmost and ineffable in man, I think the voice is his appearance.

I quickly opened the car window and looked out, but saw nothing. Standing in the darkness of the platform, the guard waved his one-eyed lantern, the carriage moved; I sat near the window. There was no image before my eyes, but within the heart I began to see the shape of a heart. He is like this starry night, covered but cannot be grasped. O tune, the tune of an unknown voice, in a moment you who have come and sat on the seat of my eternal acquaintance. How full of wonders you are—blossomed like a flower on the angry heart of fickle time, yet not a petal has been shaken by its waves, not so much stained with immeasurable tenderness.

The car rattled on the iron ground; I kept listening to the song in my mind. His only question is "There is room in the car." Is there, is there room. A place that is not available, no one knows anyone. However, the unknown is just a fog, an illusion, when it is broken, there is no end to the recognition. Oh melodious melody, the beautiful form of the heart, are you not my eternal acquaintance? There is room, there is—you have called me to come quickly, I have come soon, I have not delayed even a moment. I did not sleep well at night. At almost every station, I looked up once in a while, fearing that the one who was not seen might go down in the night.

Next morning we have to change cars at a big station. Our first class ticket - we hoped it would not be crowded. When I got down, I saw a group of gentlemen on the platform waiting for the car with furniture. A great general of an army has gone out on a trip. After two or three minutes, the car arrived. I understand that I have to give up the hope of first class. I got into a car with my mother and got into a strange thought. All cars are crowded. I began to wander from door to door. At that time, a girl from the second class car pointed at my mother and said, "Don't come in our car - there is space here."