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Bondage is My Freedom

by Khaled Bin HusainCTony
****Tramkicent vapour in the form of Figures from his past, rising from a porcelain cup on his hand favoured to rearrange him memory. Slowly he began to see a lovely young lady, a beautiful child and he himself together entering into this two storied house for the first time, on a cold winter morning.
A slight pain, a reminder of old age. began to bother Debashish this morning. The wide crack in the wendah s wall is no older then the first time he felt the pain in him. He began to sollloque. when did he first sense the pain?
Translucent vapour in the form of figures from his past, rising from a porcelain cup on his hand favoured to rear range him memory Slowly he began to see a lovely young lady, a beautiful child and he himself together entering into this two storied house for the first time, on a cold winter morning.
Being a second class Masters Degree holder, he started his career as an assis-
tant professor of mathematics. in a private College. He was given one of those quar ters, not far from the college For a bachelor, it was elegant in the sense that It consisted of a bedroom and a toilet. Furniture was barely abundant. except a bed, bookshelf. table and chair. On the table stood a wooden frame, bearing the pictures of his parents.
Coming from a conservative Brahman family where every work is rescheduled and modified by the rules and regulations put forward by grandfather and father, he was happy to be independent and to t>e away some from hundred and fifty miles. Quite often he got letter from father asking him to leave the Job and return home, thia always filled his heart with ^e tall, long haired professor with wide eyes covered with square glasses was liked by everyone in the class and soon the girls began to gut their interest in Calculus, ut he never showed any interest towards anybody or anything. It seemed as though he was built from a complex alloy into which nothing could penetrate. One winter morning, when the annual college function was about to be held, he encountered face to face collision with a student of BA second year honours.
For a moment or two. he was in a State of confusion. The next moment when he looked at the girl, he could not recollect her. For the girl whom he teaches Coordinate ![eometry in the class is pale, air. and quite often she generously oils her hair, wears light spectacles and have braces on her teeth.
Inspite of all these, the girl who was starring innocently at him seemed like updated over a night. There was something ’ smashing special in her countenance. Her small black eyes naturally camouflaged by large, dark eyelid seemed like a silent stream waiting for the forthcoming tempest. Her wet. pink lips looked like rose petals covered with dew drops. As she asked pardon, her teeth looked as crystalline as never before. When she turned around, her waist-long hair seemed like the dark, dup grave, where anyone would like to seek refuge for eternal rest. When she left the place asking apology
ts the professor. Debashish began to murmur "It is the fault of the ancient building that silhouetted your beauty so long.'
That afternoon in the an nual function she recited lines from Shakespear's tragedy "Hamlet’ and ob-
tained a gold medal for best recitation. When she came down the stage, she felt shy to see Debashish proceeding towards her. He looked normal as before. The girl turned red with awe
Debashish said: The king gave you his gold, kwant you to take myheart."
Girl: T'he gold can be kept in a vault, where would 1 keep the heart?"
Debashish: "Open the vault in your heart and there keep my heart."
Girl: "I dare not take a blindman s fold and let him wonder in the wilderness."'.
Debashish: "The bl Ind man shall regain his sight, if his is taken away.
They paused, waiting for the laughter in the stage near by to cease.
Girl: "I dare not take a stranger's heart and accommodate it in my soul."
'Debashish: "When two contemporary travellers travel in the path of life, they are destined to meet one another someday and are said to be strangers no more. Don’t burden the soul. Take my heart as a token of love and I won't ask it back.
The girl laughed and said: "Don t ask anything in return. Heart once lost is lost forever. The rich buy back their heart with riches. I am too poor to lose my one."
It was clear from their words and manner that/hey were drawn to each other.
Holding hands and Joining palms in a mysterious ritual which no force can break in the enure Universe, they came out of the college campus Standing on a vast paddy field and looking at the adjoining sky. they both said together" Soon I began to realise the mystery that is life, a life of good and evil, of joy and sorrow, of light and shades that is waiUng for us in the wide world beyond."
They started to spend the time of their lives. After college. they use to get lost among the green texture of nature. Debashish used to lie on the soft green grass and she always sat beside him. They watched together the Srey cloud establishments owing to an unknown destination. becoming the travellers' delight.
After a heavy evening downpour, the barefooted couple used to walk on the wet grass and recite." What more a single downpour can do to our deserted hearts that have witnessed the tremendous forms of nature for years." Iris, the maiden of rainbow, when set a trail of colour In the sky. and made
their heart grow fonder. The branch of a cherryblossom tree, that knelt down on to a spring was their favourite spot to sit and talk. They used to watch the waves flow, and recite from the Long Fellow”. Life is real and earnest and death is not its real goal."
Souls in the name of mankind and love can always unite together but when cast, creed or religion come across, they cannot always meet at a certain point, and most of the time discrepancy occurs when people of two different religions try to become one in the name of a social bonding called marriage. That is what happened in their case. Being the daughter of a well educated
Muslim family, objection arosed regarding their relationship among the two families.
Debashish's grandfather was completely against it. It was decided if he would marry hie chosen one, he would be turned out of the family. So things happened as It was destined by God and they became one. one sulky summer afternoon.
Debashish lost his Job being unmindful and Irregular and soon they began to live from hand to mouth Despite of their poverty, a seedling of their love was planted among the virgin womb and cared for. until one day when Debashish became the father of a lovely child.
His father died and left a vast regime for him. At first disagreed to accept it but since there was no other direct descendant to inherit the property and carry on the family value, he returned home with dissatisfaction. But he did not stay long. He bought a house in the vicinity where he first met his wife and decided to stay there forever. At the beginning, they were very happy and their triangular paa on for each other grew more stronger than ever. But fate had something else in store for them.
His wife abandoned them and sailed to eternity, thus breaking the bondage free.
Since then till today, eighteen years have elapsed. He bought up the girl in the ideology set forth by him and his wife. He taught her daughter to love mankind and not to discriminate by setting up the boundary of cast and creed.
By the time he returned from pages of his memoiy, the coffee has become cold and the figures weren't visible any more. Only a beautiful lady some twenty three years of age with braces like her mother on the teeth is standing beside him. Today his daughter is getting married. From tomorrow he would be completely alone. He totally forgot when he had first sensed the pain. May be when his wife died and his heart was deeply wounded and now. the pain came back, because his daughter is getting married.
He again began to sollloque." For centuries I am shackled and chained. If love la a bondage, then in that bondage is my freedom."