If my heart had been an iron boiler it would have burst. ‘So she has no objection to remarriage?’ I simply asked.
‘Not at the present moment,’ replied Nabin with a smile.
‘And was it the poems alone which wrought the magic change?’
‘Well, my poems were not so bad, you know,’ said Nabin, ‘were they?’
I swore mentally.
But at whom was I to swear? At him? At myself? At Providence? All the same, I swore.
THE END
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[1] The maternal aunt is addressed as Mashi.
[2] The annaprashan ceremony takes place when a child is first given rice. Usually it receives its name on that day.