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Updated: May 19, 2025
At the first touch her whole body seemed to stiffen, but the next moment the hardness gave way, and the tears burst out. I gently passed my fingers over her forehead. Suddenly her hands groping for my feet grasped them and drew them to herself, pressing them against her breast with such force that I thought her heart would break. Bimala's Story Amulya is due to return from Calcutta this morning.
To my surprise I discovered that my mind was freed from all mistiness. I could see everything relating to Bimala as if vividly pictured on a camera screen. It was palpable that she had specially dressed herself up to coax that order out of me. Till that moment, I had never viewed Bimala's adornment as a thing apart from herself.
Lit.: "Hail Mother"; the opening words of a song by Bankim Chatterjee, the famous Bengali novelist. Bimala's Story THIS was the time when Sandip Babu with his followers came to our neighbourhood to preach Swadeshi. There is to be a big meeting in our temple pavilion. We women are sitting there, on one side, behind a screen.
The resulting feeling, of the mistress of her new home for the one she has left, has taken ceremonial form as the Brothers' Day, on which the brothers are invited to the married sisters' houses. Where the sister is the elder, she offers her blessing and receives the brother's reverence, and vice versa. Bimala's Story FOR a time I was utterly at a loss to think of any way of getting that money.
When I pressed Bimala's hand my nerves rang music, like tuned-up strings; but the symphony stopped short at the first movement. What stood in the way? Nothing singly; it was a tangle of a multitude of things nothing definitely palpable, but only that unaccountable sense of obstruction. Anyhow, this much has become plain to me, that I cannot swear to what I really am.
It would never do to abandon the cause of the country, especially at the present time. I shall simply make Bimala one with my country. The turbulent west wind which has swept away the country's veil of conscience, will sweep away the veil of the wife from Bimala's face, and in that uncovering there will be no shame.
Fascinated by the beauty of this terrible wrecking power, she will not hesitate a moment to be cruel. I have seen in Bimala's nature the cruelty which is the inherent force of existence the cruelty which with its unrelenting might keeps the world beautiful.
The name by which Buddha was known when a Prince, before renouncing the world. Bimala's Story The change which had, in a moment, come over the mind of Bengal was tremendous. It was as if the Ganges had touched the ashes of the sixty thousand sons of Sagar which no fire could enkindle, no other water knead again into living clay. The ashes of lifeless Bengal suddenly spoke up: "Here am I."
Bimala's life, not finding its true level by reason of my pressure from above, has had to find an outlet by undermining its banks at the bottom. She has had to steal this six thousand rupees because she could not be open with me, because she felt that, in certain things, I despotically differed from her.
Those who are always straining their ears for the call of the remote, to the neglect of the call of the imminent, are like Sakuntala absorbed in the memories of her lover. The guest comes unheeded, and the curse descends, depriving them of the very object of their desire. The other day I pressed Bimala's hand, and that touch still stirs her mind, as it vibrates in mine.
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