'Everyone called me a saint from a young age. ...
'Although I am not exactly what is meant by saying, saint. However, nature was a little different. I tended to keep myself away from everything. The crematorium, the graveyard, all these attracted me from my childhood. From a young age, I used to wander around the crematorium and cemetery. My father Shyamakanta Bhowmik was alive then. Seeing my activities, he arranged my marriage at a young age. The girl from the next village. Sir Bhabani Mitra's first daughter Aarti. Very beautiful girl. Such girls are not commonly seen in rural areas. I agreed to marry. After the marriage was arranged, the girl died in an accident. "
"What accident?"
"Snakebite. We have an infestation of snakes in this region. Especially the Cobra."
"Tell me what happened then."
"I was very saddened by the death of the girl. I almost became like crazy. Nothing feels good. I go and sit in the crematorium night and day. The mind does not settle for anything in society. Deep asceticism. For some time I searched for saints and monks. The desire was to find a suitable master and take the incantations. I didn't find anyone like that. ...
My father tried to get me married elsewhere. I did not agree. I explained to my father that God did not want me to be trapped in a family. Others in the family also tried - I did not agree. These are the words of my early youth. If you say no, you will not be able to understand the story. Are you annoyed? "
I said, "No, why should I be annoyed?"
Sir Sudhakanta said, "Everyone is very interested in talking about the first youth. I can't."
"You are telling the story well. Keep saying don't stop."
Sir Sudhakanta started again___
"Then many years passed. Maybe God turned my house into a crematorium because I used to go to the crematorium. I became completely alone. People adapt themselves to any situation. I adjusted too. There was a kind of loneliness in my nature, so I did not have much difficulty. Now I'll get to the main point, will you have some tea before that? "
"No thanks."
"Eat a little tea, it'll be nice."
I think the gentleman wants to have his tea. I said, "Okay, make some tea. Feels a little chilly though."
"Would you like to go in and sit down?"
"No, it feels good here."
After finishing the tea, the story started in the second phase. Here I noticed a funny thing. It seemed to me that the gentleman's voice had changed. He is not speaking in the same voice as before. A change has taken place. My mind may be wrong. A lot of times because of the environment, everything seems different.
Sir Sudhakanta began to say ___
"Speaking of last year. Kartik month. I'm returning home. It may be about ten o'clock at night or more. I don't have a watch, I can't keep track of time. "
I stopped Sir Sudhakanta and asked, "Your school must be closed at four or five o'clock. Why are you returning so late at night?"
Sir Sudhakanta said in a low voice, "Every day I return home at this time. I don't feel any urge to return home. There is a public library. I read magazines there, I read storybooks."
"Tell me what happened then."
"The date is 12th Kartik, Monday. I am quite brave as a person. I wander around alone at night. As soon as I took to the streets that night, I started to get scared. I don't understand why I'm afraid. Then I thought _ a mad dog has come out on the street, the fear is probably due to the dog. I took a stick in my hand. ....
Bright fortnight. Clear moonlight, yet not everything can be seen clearly. Because of the fog. At the end of the month of Kartik, it is quite foggy.
As I approached the river, I saw the dog. It was lying under a tree. It looked at me and stood up and began to follow me. Occasionally there is a squeaking noise. The mad dog is coming from behind, I'm moving forward. The matter is terrible. At any moment this dog can come running and bite. I tried to chase the dog. I threw stones at it and threatened it with a stick. The dog does not move, stands still. Tends to make suppressed sounds. As soon as I started walking he started walking too.
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