bondita's teen life os

gulshan uss rishthe ki!

He woke up with a jerk,''bondita tumhra vivah,....sapna tha!''he chuckled.reading extensive romance fictions led to such ill dreams.sometimes stories often mislead our thoughts ,we do overthink,don't we?.she had informed him of jack percy,his senoir barrister. reading her letters ,with shots of english wine,he imagined all an unwanted creativity...what if the dream turns true

he waited at the port.the deep sea of bay was giggling with mystery,winds were hitting his shade and the calcutta 44 had just arrived.HONK!HONK!HONK!.

he waited patientally.nine years back when child marriage act was passed,with no impressions left,he used his status to extreme to save her from going maika instead of dalhousie.

time wasn't flying,until they were destined to meet.the stars were flirting with moon and she entered his life,with a lovely smile.his hands dugged in pockets,head upright,eyes calm,awaiting.

the anklets tinkles closer and closer and STOPS!

''barrister sahab!''runs a gentle feeble voice.

his jason body swifts and there stands a lady in her early 20's with a rosemary saree with cream borders.she had no nuptial chain but eyes full of his desires.she had no holy vermillion but a heart full of his colours.

her steps were adorning him,just'him'.his head shook in convinence,with happy tears.

''sapno mein tughe

barrister bante dekha tha,

haqiaqat mein 

merre dil ki mishri tu...''

she stopped near him but he turned his back facing her.

''kon ho tum?''he asked in guilt 

''mein toh shisya hun mere bristerra babu ki!..''saying this she touched his feet.

''mein toh kranti hun,jivan bhr jisne saath diya hei uski saathi bhi,sesh mein ek barrister..''she said calmly

His patience bends,''nahi,meri kranti khan mera badlav ho...tum,saathi nhi jivan ho..firve mere barrister bondita ho..!''

he checked as a child seeking his new toy.her.the car ride was a peaceful way.bondita strtaed living in a house in calcutta.

TIME WAS BLOSSOMING.accepatnce was a part of it.

''kal pital ki ronak thi wo

ajj smaj sudhraq hei wo,

narq tha kitabo ka ghera,

ajj garv bhi smann bhi!

ek nya daurr ki nyi surwat bhi!'

drastically things are changing.A initataive taken 9 years  agone to define a ill custom ,to mend a new custom,it all started.when bondita,aka barrister babu of tulsipur was sent to school  by former president of brahmo smaj,barrister anirudh roy choudhray.horrified ,people started hating them,determined they treated the ill-customs.

yet,times are changing,hailing his suport she continues the change.a life made the begning true

                                                                                                              - the editor

                                                                                                                   bangal patrika,spring time[1932]

jack's physiological issues were treated back in london,with hep of her.he had a steady recovery.they are still good friends.often he would ask,''when will you meet your boyfriend?''