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LIFE IS NEVER COMPLETE

 She was the youngest of her four sisters none of them did marry. Wealth, position and education measured them high in the society. But she alone wanted to be married. She tabled the proposal before her parents and she had no satisfactory response but negligence and rebuff itstead. Passion and courtship bubbled up all over her body; any amount of repression proved to be too unbecoming, a paralysis to bear within her body all her life. A natural outlet she sought for, struggling to take hold of one amidst her mental prostitution....

 There I sat fixed to her, a young man with a future ahead, whom she exposed her privations, perhaps, to feel herself comforted. The emptied compartment intensified my bewilderment, I stood still, electrified, observing at times the complex of her expression against the state of my emotional coma. Thousand times I computed mentally the series of feelings to find an answer ; I was hesitated to express my idea that I could not be of any service to her ; that I was in conflict-two persons on the two edges of a delicate balance, one to live life to its full, the other to what heaven alone knows - I was far from dashing to distort the equilibrium!

 Soon my mother's repeated urge that so long I kept retired into the background of my mind, rushed headlong into the forefront with a tremendous gurgling and submerged the spur, which costed me much. So I was eroded, my resistance rooted out.

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 All these she observed like a little child, perhaps trying to com- prehend the phases just over. She looked helpless and loving, reverting the pages of the newspaper. I gazed and gazed at her, hours together ; silence was so boring that I wanted to be rid of. I drew her close to me, slipped my hand round her waist, held her gently in the embrace. I felt she let force her body as if in relief ; I held her still closer, she lay motionless around my shoulder, eyes closed. I could only feel the violent throbbing of her heart, the inhale and exhale against my neck. She kissed me again and again ; and turned passionate........

 Abruptly I promised to attend to her needs. She wanted me to be her husband. So I agreed.

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