my love that I had to forget CHAPTER.....ONE

I would've to go back to my school days when I saw her...she was so sweet to look at. Fair complexion, curling hair and her eyes and rhythmic voice were the weapons ,she had to attract any boys at the thresholds of adolescence!....I dreamt her every night...

Saheb said all these in a single breath.

she visited our house everyday, Saheb now began to say,. ....my mom loved her very much.if it's possible, I am ready to welcome her as my daughter-in-law, but it can't be!

My mom sighed.

Saheb heard what his mom desired.but he couldn't think out why his mother said " but it can't be".

"why mom ?"he was about to ask but some how he checked himself as it was not fair for a boy, a student of class XI a candidate for HS exam.

my mom looked at me for few minutes,then said," Curious to know?"

Saheb hesitated but replied, " Yes,Mom..."

" Our society will not allow us.Local heads shall cut off all contacts with us . they'll forbid the washerman, cobblers, barbers and priests to come to our calls."...Mom stopped and heaved a deep breath!

" Why mom? what are their wrongs?"

" That's a long story my child.Tell you tonight."

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That's a long story my child.Tell....

DEYMOSHAI was a well known rich man of the village ...by name. Of late, this was under Dadpur police station in the district of Hooghly. West Bengal. It was a little village with a river Kedermoti flowing on in the south... actually it was a canal dug up for supplying water from the Damoder to agricultural lands.

so, the canal remained almost dried up awaiting to be full to the brim only in the rains

the southern part of the bridge you open Greenfields had touched the distant horizon

In the south-west the gossain dominated village still remains. Vidyasagar the great son of Bengal set up a high English school here.Students from nearby villages come here for getting standard education in this school.

( to continue....5/9/21

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