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Updated: May 10, 2025
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.
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.
Bimala hesitated for a reply and then said: "Both ways seem good to do the work from a centre, as well as by travelling about. That in which you find greater satisfaction is the way for you." "Then let me speak out my mind," said Sandip. "I have never yet found any one source of inspiration suffice me for good.
"Let us sketch out our plan of action," I continued, as I drew a piece of paper and a pencil from my pocket. I began to make a list of the workers who had joined us from Calcutta and to assign their duties to each. Bimala interrupted me before I was through, saying wearily: "Leave it now; I will join you again this evening" and then she hurried out of the room.
The cheap consolations of hatred are as urgently necessary for him as the satisfaction of his appetites. Bimala has often warned me, in the old days, of his hankering after money. I understood this, but I could not bring myself to haggle with Sandip. I felt ashamed even to own to myself that he was trying to take advantage of me.
The Pandit records his Treatise on Agriculture in printer's ink; but the cultivator at the point of his plough impresses his endeavour deep in the soil. When I next saw Bimala I pitched my key high without further ado.
The suffering which belongs to all mankind shall be my crown. Save me, Truth! Never again let me hanker after the false paradise of Illusion. If I must walk alone, let me at least tread your path. Let the drum-beats of Truth lead me to Victory. Sandip's Story Bimala sent for me that day, but for a time she could not utter a word; her eyes kept brimming up to the verge of overflowing.
And then, as Bimala stared blankly at me in silence, I went on: "This money must come from your husband's treasury." Bimala was still more taken aback. After a long pause she said: "But how am Ito get his money?" "Is not his money yours as well?" "Ah, no!" she said, her wounded pride hurt afresh.
Now begins the next octave of my life. It was difficult for me to ignore the fact that the same month of August had come round again this year. Does Bimala remember it, I wonder? she has given me no reminder. Everything is mute about me. /* It is August, the sky breaks into a passionate rain; Alas, empty is my house. */
The other day when Sandip accused me of lack of imagination, saying that this prevented me from realizing my country in a visible image, Bimala agreed with him. I did not say anything in my defence, because to win in argument does not lead to happiness. Her difference of opinion is not due to any inequality of intelligence, but rather to dissimilarity of nature.
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