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Updated: June 22, 2025
The next day before starting for home Hemangini embraced me, and said: "Dearest, keep me in mind; do not forget me." I stroked her face over and over with my fingers, and said: "Sister, the blind have long memories." I drew her head towards me, and kissed her hair and her forehead. My world suddenly became grey.
But now she's come, you won't get her to move for some time, I can assure you!" Then she paused, and looked puzzled. "But why did father send me?" she asked. "Can you tell me that?" The aunt had come into the room while we were talking. Hemangini said to her: "When are you thinking of going back, Aunt?" The aunt looked very much upset.
"What a question to ask!" said she, "I've never seen such a restless body as you. We've only just come, and you ask when we're going back!" "It is all very well for you," Hemangini said, "for this house belongs to your near relations. But what about me? I tell you plainly I can't stop here." And then she held my hand and said: "What do you think, dear?" I drew her to my heart, but said nothing.
My husband has fallen! Hemangini bent her head low, and said in a sweet whisper: "Sister, dearest, I have come to ask your blessing on our marriage." At first my whole body stiffened like the trunk of a tree that has been struck by lightning. Then I sat up, and said, painfully, forcing myself to speak the words: "Why should I not bless you? You have done no wrong."
I sighed deeply, and said in the silence of my soul: "My God! Thou knowest the reason." "Gracious goodness," cried Hemangini, "what are you sighing for? No one ever takes me seriously." And her laughter pealed across the river. I found out after this that there were constant interruptions in my husband's professional duties.
Before you commit such sacrilege, either I shall become a widow, or Hemangini shall die." Then I fell down on the floor in a swoon. When I came to myself, it was still dark. The birds were silent. My husband had gone. All that day I sat at my worship in the sanctuary at the household shrine. In the evening a fierce storm, with thunder and lightning and rain, swept down upon the house and shook it.
The aunt was in a great difficulty. She felt the situation was getting beyond her control; so she proposed that she and her niece should go out together to bathe. "No! we two will go together," said Hemangini, clinging to me. The aunt gave in, fearing opposition if she tried to drag her away. Going down to the river Hemangini asked me: "Why don't you have children?"
He feigned surprise when he saw the strange girl, and was about to retire. But his aunt said: "Abinash, my dear, what are you running away for? There is no need to do that. Here is my cousin's daughter, Hemangini, come to see you. Hemo, make your bow to him." As if taken quite by surprise, he began to ply his aunt with questions about the when and why and how of the new arrival.
I saw the hollowness of the whole thing, and took Hemangini by the hand and led her to my own room. I gently stroked her face and arms and hair, and found that she was about fifteen years old, and very beautiful. As I felt her face, she suddenly burst out laughing and said: "Why! what are you doing? Are you hypnotising me?"
When I was coming out of the household shrine from my morning worship a few days later, his aunt took hold of both my hands warmly. "Kumo, here is the girl," said she, "we were speaking about the other day. Her name is Hemangini. She will be delighted to meet you. Hemo, come here and be introduced to your sister." My husband entered the room at the same moment.
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