Letters from Dalhousie to Tulsipur

Part 4-Anirudh

My adamant Bondita,

I never knew, you could be so stubborn and hurtful with your words. The way you use sarcasm towards me pains me dearly.

For the last time, let me clarify, I don't have any feelings for Manorama at all. It was just a infatuation, I had developed on her wrongly. Which I would regret for the rest of my days.

And I am not sad at her marriage. In fact, I am happy at her marriage for she is out of our lives at last.

You know Bondita, the more you will continue to deny your interest about my infatuation in the past, the more I can see your interest in it. You can't hide it Bondita, you do get affected by me. No matter, how hard you become in my case, you will still be my innocent Bondita, who cares for me the most.

I don't know, how to convince you of my devotion towards you and our relationship. But you are the Goddess I admire. I may sound desperate to you, but I have became mad because of your adamancy.

And dear wife, you cannot get divorce without my consent. Remember, both the parties need to sign on the divorce papers. And I am never going to sign it unless, it is something you truly want.

You don't want separation from me Bondita, no matter what you say in your letters.

You wouldn't be wearing the Shakha Pola and sindoor of my name in Dalhousie against the dress code by fighting with your teachers, if you truly wanted separation from me.

I am glad that your Tarks haven't stopped in the mountains of Dalhousie as well my Tark Sundari.

I have read the recent article, you have written about Sati pratha. It has risen a lot of questions and arguments in the people and I am glad for it. I hope one day, this pratha gets ruled out from this society at all cost.

Your warden had told me of your participation in various social works. And you tutoring some local children of struggling backgrounds with Malika. I am proud of you Bondita for tackling so many things at once. You are doing exceedingly well in everything. It baffles me, how much you are accomplishing everyday.

My colleagues have started considering me mad for I am distributing your articles on the court grounds every time I get hold of it.

I want to make them see how much the words that you create are capable of changing this society. I want them to curse the day they underestimated a woman.

You think, I have some kind of an infatuation on you. But it's not that Bondita. I don't have any infatuation on you.

But I have a deep love for you. I can't tell you what kind of love it is, for I am still figuring it out. It has been a year since you have left the Haveli. If my adoration towards you was a mere 'infatuation' then darling, it would have evaporated long back. But my adoration for you is rising every moment.

I crave to see your face every morning, I wish to hear you call me Patibabu in your melodies voice every time I come back home. I desire for you to adamantly ask me for Roshogolla's, bangles and whatnot.

I know, I am not making any sense today but what to do! Your birthday is coming up and I am desperately missing you. And that is why maybe I am sounding so out of sorts.

About your stupid rant of me moving on, Bondita; this is the last time I'll tell you, I'll never move on from you. Never ever. You are my only wife. There will never be another one as long as I live. So, stop hinting about it in your letters or else, I wouldn't be held responsible for my actions.