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Updated: May 26, 2025
Faith deceives men, but it has one great merit: it imparts a radiance to the features. My portrait now reposes next to Nikhil's, for are not the two of us old friends? Nikhil's Story I WAS never self-conscious. But nowadays I often try to take an outside view to see myself as Bimal sees me. What a dismally solemn picture it makes, my habit of taking things too seriously!
But it is impossible to drive all this into Nikhil's head. He has such a prejudice in favour of truth as though there exists such an objective reality! How often have I tried to explain to him that where untruth truly exists, there it is indeed the truth.
Whenever Bee comes into Nikhil's room, I somehow get to know of it from mine. There are the tinkle of bangles and other little sounds; the door is perhaps shut with a shade of unnecessary vehemence; the bookcase is a trifle stiff and creaks if jerked open. When I enter I find Bee, with her back to the door, ever so busy selecting a book from the shelves.
"We must get one of the current images accepted as representing the country the worship of the people must flow towards it along the deep-cut grooves of custom." But Nikhil's needs must argue even about this. "We must not seek the help of illusions," he said to me some time ago, "for what we believe to be the true cause."
Many of Nikhil's officials were also secretly on our side, pulling the wires in our interest. The Marwari shopkeepers were offering to pay a penalty, if only allowed to clear their present stocks. Only some Mahomedan traders were still obdurate. One of them was taking home some German-made shawls for his family. These were confiscated and burnt by one of our village boys.
It is not simply a hardship that a man like me should be at his wit's end to pay his house rent, or should have to carefully count out the coins for an Intermediate Class railway ticket it is vulgar! It is equally clear that Nikhil's paternal estates are a superfluity to him. For him it would not have been at all unbecoming to be poor.
To keep Bimala's heart in the rarefied air of idealism, I cut short all further discussion over the five thousand rupees. I reverted to the demon-destroying goddess and her worship. When was the ceremony to be held and where? There is a great annual fair at Ruimari, within Nikhil's estates, where hundreds of thousands of pilgrims assemble.
They are on his trail, but he should be too practised a hand to be caught blabbing. However, one never knows. Nikhil's back is up, and his manager may not be able to have things his own way. "If I get into trouble, sir," said the manager when I saw him, "I shall have to drag you in!" "Where is the noose with which you can catch me?" I asked.
This had given rise to trouble. We offered to buy him Indian woollen stuffs in their place. But where were cheap Indian woollens to be had? We could not very well indulge him in Cashmere shawls! He came and complained to Nikhil, who advised him to go to law. Of course Nikhil's men saw to it that the trial should come to nothing, even his law-agent being on our side!
But tell us, pray, finally, are you determined not to oust foreign articles from your market?" "I will not," I said, "because they are not mine." "Because that will cause you a loss!" smiled the M.A. student. "Because he, whose is the loss, is the best judge," retorted my master. With a shout of Bande Mataram they left us. Nikhil's Story A FEW days later, my master brought Panchu round to me.
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