As the clouds parted, the sun rose, and Bipin's toothache subsided, but the pain on his face remained like a mask made of angry steel of angry grief. It is not Bipin's habit to express anger in heroism. People like Sadananda, who are very close to him, are rarely seen to be angry with him, but he is also kind of angry. I don't think it's anger. It seems that he has mastered a strange technique of licking his lips, curling the skin of his face here and there, looking at it with curved eyes, he is practicing it with the opportunity to get angry in order to control it. This time, seeing Bipin's face, Sadananda also realized that he was angry, but he fell into thought as it did not match with the previous attitude of being angry.
What happened to you, Ray Bipin?
No worries! What will happen again?
Bipin did not understand what happened, but the answer was understood. Bipin himself does not know what happened to him. This kind of thing is always happening in everyone's life, something happens on its own. But it is incomprehensible to oneself, it is not something serious that happens, Sadananda knows it. However, when the effort to understand what has happened to oneself is done with great perseverance, then the danger, perseverance is of deadly importance. And sometimes people persist in such perseverance for more or less a long time. Is that what happened to Bipin?
What are you thinking brother?
Brother? Bipin was shocked by Sadananda's address, it seems that he understood and sat on her cheek. It's not a relationship they have to call a brother in such a deep snehart tune, their friendship with such an emotional sincerity, their friendship, not being ashamed to stand naked next to each other, not being afraid or hesitant to hold on to weakness and perversion, at least for a while. It was so before. Why should they show compassion in this way? What happened to Sadananda today, after spending seven days in the corner of the house? Bipin looks at it with a skeptical look, the analytical skill of that look is remarkable. Bipin growls, which is the ultimate proof of his physical discomfort.
Then at noon, two hours ago, both of them had lunch. After much thought, hesitation, and confinement in the corner of the room for seven days to calm his mind, he made the ultimate decision to make himself a truly great man in the midst of awe-inspiring self-control over Madhavilata. Suddenly this morning Madhavilata is invited to come home tonight. Who knew he would invite Madhavilata in such a way? While walking along the river in the morning, he saw Ratnabali and Uma bathing, so he started walking towards the ashram in search of Madhavilata. Madhavilata was seen under a mango tree. The cowherd who provides milk in the ashram is talking to his wife. The baby in the cowherd's lap was suckling the breasts vigorously, dealing in milk, but it is clear from the sight that the cowherd-woman is not producing enough milk for her child.
Seeing Sadananda, the cowherd-wife moved away.
Will you come to my house once a night, honey?
Not orders, requests. Not Madhavilata, not Madhavi, Madhu. Later in the afternoon, like playing the role of calling Bipin a brother.
At night? When?
When you have the advantage.
In doubt?
No, come a little night. It is half past eleven. Not request, order. By this time Madhavilata had realized that the call was for pure convergence, that love was born as a result of rape, and that the turn of prejudice that had been going on for so long was her grave today.
Not today, I will go the day after tomorrow. Raising one hand, Madhavi placed it on the trunk of the mango tree, where there was a way for the ants to travel in rows.
No, today.
Not orders, almost intimidation.
Not today, but the day after tomorrow.
Not a plea, but a gentle, helpless rebellion.
Sadananda wondered if he had become blind and stupid then, so he said to his five-year-old sweetheart in a soft voice like showing the greed of lozenges, you don't understand anything honey. Today is the thirteenth day, if it is not cloudy, there will be a wonderful moonlight, I will sit in the moonlight and talk to you. Come on.
The day after tomorrow the moon will not rise? The day after tomorrow, the story should not be sitting in the moonlight? But as much as Madhavi had the power to protest, so far almost everything is over. Now if Sadananda gets angry? Sadananda will understand what he did not understand even knowing the misrule! ত; Madhavi tried differently.
Uma, Shashi, Kunda, will they notice that? There will be a scandal.
I will arrange that.
What else can Sadananda have to say when he arranges himself? Once. If the sun has the sadha to rise in the west, isn't it most likely that the sadha will be erased only by the command of Sadananda?
That is why Sadananda could not eat on a full stomach today. There was no appetite for food. Now. Sadananda is so hungry. Meanwhile, Bipin had eaten so much to avenge his fasting for a few days because he did not have a toothache, so much so that now he has heartburn. Burning. He seemed to be Bipin's big brother. In response to Sadananda's caress he said so I think your head.
Then Madhabi came home. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Bipin happily and stopped.
Sadananda said, what Madhabi?
Nothing, that's how I came. Trying to laugh like a fool, Madhabi almost left, Sadananda got up quickly and went to her.
- Listen Madhu, listen.
Going down, he lowered his throat and said, will you say something? Let's go out.
The two of them walked out of the room, Bipin staring at the open door with a crooked eye.
Madhavilata comes out and stands with her head bowed, not talking.
Sadananda grabbed his chin and held his face high. It has become a habit of Sadananda.
Tell me what to say?