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Updated: June 23, 2025
Thus they talked until far in the night, when Surja Mukhi embraced Kamal with much affection, and taking Satish into her lap kissed him lovingly. When they came to part, Surja Mukhi was again drowned in tears. She blessed Satish, saying "I wish that thou mayst be rich in the imperishable virtues of thy mother's brother; I know no greater blessing than this."
Send me quickly news of your husband and of your child. "P.S. Another word. If I can get rid of this girl I may be happy once more; but how to get rid of her? Can you take her? Would you not fear to do so?" Kamal Mani replied "You have become quite foolish, else how can you doubt your husband's heart? Do not lose faith in him; if you really cannot trust him you had better drown yourself.
Returning to Calcutta, he began a search there. Kamal Mani, remaining in Govindpur, continued to look for the lost one. The happiness for which Kunda Nandini had never ventured to hope was now hers; she had become the wife of Nagendra. On the marriage day she thought, "This joy is boundless; it can never end!" But after the flight of Surja Mukhi, repentance came to Kunda Nandini.
Kamal is dead now, but his nephew has taken up the matter, and there will be more horses amissing if the Khaiber Levies do not look to it. The Peace of God and the favour of His Prophet be upon this house and all that is in it! Shafizullah, rope the mottled mare under the tree and draw water. The horses can stand in the sun, but double the felts over the loins.
Kamal Mani not only cheered Kunda, she herself felt comforted. She had already wept much, and now she began to think, "What is the use of weeping? If I do, Srish Chandra will be miserable and Satish will cry. Weeping will not bring back Surja Mukhi." So she gave up weeping, and became her natural self.
Mine was a splendid destiny; how has it changed thus?" "That also is destiny," said Kamal. "Then why do I suffer on this account?" "But just now you said you were happy in the sight of your husband's joyous face; yet you speak of suffering so much. Can both be true?" "Both are true. I am happy in his joy. But that he should thrust me away; that he has thrust me away, and yet is so glad "
"It cannot be; why do I think of that? Surja Mukhi is more beautiful than I. Haro Mani, Bishu, Mukta, Chandra, Prasunna, Bama, Pramada, are all more beautiful. Even Hira is more beautiful; yes, notwithstanding her dark complexion, her face is more beautiful. Then if it is not beauty, is it disposition? Let me think. I can't find any attraction in myself. Kamal said it to satisfy me.
At this offer Hira became very zealous, and asked, "When may I go to make inquiry?" "When you like; but if you do not follow her now you will not be able to trace her. Be careful that neither the Boisnavi nor any one else suspects you." At this moment Kamal returned, and, approving of Surja Mukhi's design, said to Hira, "And if you can, prick her with babla thorns."
Srish Chandra mused a while; then said, "I cannot understand this at all. What do you say? Shall I write to Nagendra?" Kamal Mani assented. Srish made a grimace, but he wrote the letter. Nagendra's reply was as follows: "Do not despise me, brother. Yet what is the use of such a petition; the despicable must be despised. I must effect this marriage.
"And are you happy?" asked Kamal. "Why do you still ask about me? what am I? If I had ever seen my husband hurt his foot by walking on a stony path, I should have reproached myself that I had not laid my body down over the stones that he might have stepped upon me." Surja Mukhi remained some moments silent, her dress drenched with her tears. Suddenly raising her face, she asked
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