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Updated: May 27, 2025
If I discover that I do not fit in with the arrangement of the outer world, then I shall not quarrel with my fate, but silently take my leave ... Use force? But for what? Can force prevail against Truth? Sandip's Story The impotent man says: "That which has come to my share is mine." And the weak man assents. But the lesson of the whole world is: "That is really mine which I can snatch away."
And so, after all, he gave me back twice as much in return for the blow I had dealt him the wound on his head ended by making me bleed at heart. When I had received Sandip's obeisance my theft seemed to gain a dignity, and the gold glittering on the table to smile away all fear of disgrace, all stings of conscience. Like me Amulya also was won back.
Such are the visions which give vigour to life, and joy to death!" Sandip's eyes took fire as he went on, but whether it was the fire of worship, or of passion, I could not tell. I was reminded of the day on which I first heard him speak, when I could not be sure whether he was a person, or just a living flame. I had not the power to utter a word.
I knew this attitude was an insult to me, but, alas, I had not the power to resent it. I made no reply, but though I was looking another way, I could not help feeling that Sandip's plaintive gaze had planted itself right on my face, and would take no denial. I did so wish he would say something, so that I could shelter myself behind his words.
"Take it away, Amulya," I implored. "Put it back where you got it from." "That would be hard indeed!" "It is not hard, brother dear. It was an evil moment when you first came to me. Even Sandip has not been able to harm you as I have done." Sandip's name seemed to stab him. "Sandip!" he cried. "It was you alone who made me come to know that man for what he is.
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.
These are the magic words which will open the door of his iron safe, break through the walls of his strong-room, and confound the hearts of those who are disloyal to its call. Say Bande Mataram, Bee!" "Bande Mataram!" Sandip's Story WE are men, we are kings, we must have our tribute.
When, like the river, we women keep to our banks, we give nourishment with all that we have: when we overflow them we destroy with all that we are. Bimala. the younger brother's wife, was the Chota or Junior Rani. Sandip's Story I can see that something has gone wrong. I got an inkling of it the other day.
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