His lady

On the third floor, they were both in the same room. From the outside, this small room with its light blue light looks like a cold train compartment, similar to summertime railroads with poetic names like "Firdous Seamen" or "Dream Seamen." attached to particular automobiles.

The wet season was about to end. The houses' inhabitants were freed of sweat, stench, and suffocation. Even at night, there was a chill in the air. Yes, it will be obvious that the blood has not completely vanished when a large black moth begins to blindly circle an electric coil with its loud buzzing.

The young man stated, "Najma would have made a direct demand in the same way." However, there were times when she would beg the donkey. She received this instruction from a Bengali. Nasreen kept her mouth shut and gazed intently at the dressing table's mirror, where she could see her faded blue reflection while she brushed her hair, as some people do before going to bed. Women are habitual.

The young man was laying next to him on the moon, elbows up. His khaki saddle pants and white silk shirt had become slits as he lay down like this. "Sometimes Najmi would take a lock of her brown hair from near her right ear and make it into a lam (l) that rested on her red and white cheeks," he began after waiting for a response. It's very satisfying.

Nasreen looked a little confused on her face. However, he continued to remain silent. She was wondering what kind of man this was—someone who only talks about his wife. The response was out of this world, and she was going to hear about the same woman for two hours. She had learned a lot about the young man's married life and his late wife's habits and characteristics in those two hours. that he had a childhood crush on his wife. that while Najma's maternal uncle and uncle supported their union, her father opposed it. Najma was that tall. Learning to sing was a passion of his. She would dimple her left cheek when she laughed. He was very fond of the scent of henna. She used to be very good at crocheting peacocks.

Nasreen initially showed an interest in this mention in the same way that a woman typically shows interest in the mention of another woman. However, she soon became bored with him, and he eventually became depressed and remained silent, despite her groans and yawns.

She was currently twisted up and getting the barrettes and clasps that she used to finish her hair from the floor and placing them in the dresser box. In the meantime, the young man's eyes were following his white fingers' every move.

In silence, two minutes passed.

This young man hasn't seen Nasreen in a long time. He was haunted by the memory of his late wife as soon as he saw her. He started making plans to meet her, and when he had enough rupees to buy her a visit, he went right to her house. Nasreen finally ended the conversation with, How long can another man remain silent when one man leaves without speaking?

The young man exclaimed, "Limitless." He was unable to comprehend her jab. because the young man was well aware of this requirement. He got lost for a while. After that, he looked Nasreen in the face with his bright, clear eyes without showing any signs of guilt, panic, or sinful remorse. In the fear that he might not be able to fully defend himself by lying down, he then sat down with his arms crossed. While his tongue was unable to express anything, his lips briefly trembled. Nasreen then left the room without saying a word.

A couple of hours after the fact she returned. The accessories and jewelry were gone. Additionally, only a basic dhoti was worn for the night. The young man could not even make out her steps because she moved in so slowly. On the moon, he was lying on his stomach. His short black mustache, bushy eyebrows, and twinkling eyes made him look like a college freshman in the dim blue light of the electric lamp, which must have been between twenty-four and twenty-five years old. A black moth the size of a pea was flying in front of him, probably having been shocked by an electric current. The young man would turn the moth upside down once more with the end of an extinguished sewing needle when it tried to straighten up by waving its tiny hair-like legs in the air and rubbing its head on the floor. When Nasreen landed directly on his head, he was shocked.

"You are, oh." Additionally, he threw the kite of the embittered moneylender above the stitch.

She was shocked by this inquiry. There was no such sorrow at first. Although I could not sustain this delusion for an extended period, I could not believe that it had taken place. I became ill. He spent a month in bed. Mother Jan and Zahra, my younger sister, would come and stand by my head when my condition got so bad that I would quickly close my eyes and wish I hadn't died. Zahra is the name of my younger sister. But then I slowly got better. Nasreen was pleased by his tone. Both of them remained silent for two or three seconds.

"You uttered it." Nasreen's tone suddenly turned lighthearted. Begum Sahib's appearance is similar to mine. What is included?

The young man gave it some thought.

However, the tone remained influenced by depression. So deep and dark. The chin is similarly thin in the second and third places.

"Let's not get there."

"Your neck and hair."

Nasreen was careful not to ask any more questions because the young man's natural curiosity was quickly returning.

After half an hour, the lights went out, and they both fell asleep on the bed next to the window. The young man, who was accustomed to going to bed early in the morning, did not remain awake for very long. Nasreen opened her eyes and spent a long time gazing out the window at the sky. The night fell on the last day of the month. The sky was clear however dim. The stars seemed to be getting closer to the earth because they were shining so quickly. Nasreen was always interested when she looked at the stars. She was four years old the first time she saw the stars. Father was alive, but mother was dead. His father and he had traveled far by train. They both landed at a small village station at midnight. A fat, bare-chested fakir stared at him in the lantern's dim light at the same station, making him scream. His eyes were so red and terrifying. Additionally, she was clinging to her father's legs helplessly. Both remained at the station for quite a while yet didn't get a ride. The father finally took him in his arms. He started walking in the dark after hitting the ball in the armpit.

His longing eyes soon saw the stars despite the long journey. When he saw them, his fear started to go away. On her father's shoulder, she even fell asleep. He found himself in the strange woman's house when he opened his eyes. She cried for several days, but she never saw her father again.

The sun was out when Nasreen opened her eyes in the morning. When she awoke, the first thing she noticed was that the young man was not in her bed; she had assumed he was in the bathroom. He became confused after half an hour had passed and the young man had vanished. "Where are those night babu?" the shaman inquired when he entered the room carrying a broom.

''Gone.''

"Gone?" He asked in disbelief.

Yes, we were all asleep in the morning. Also, the door was left open.

"By the way, isn't everything fine?

"Yes, things are fine." This was immediately understood by the shaman. When I got up, I took care of everything."

He was embarrassed by the absurdity of his suspicion, but in a split second, he began to wonder why the young man had left. That was a wonderful feeling that he thought that night and that he was sorry for my taunt. He left at dawn, laughing and talking from above. I was going to clean up and go down the stairs to my auntie when unexpectedly I heard the sound of somebody picking up the pace of the steps. The young man was still there. He was accompanied by something enclosed by a tissue.

He apologized, trying to keep his puffy breath under control, "I left without telling you." I thought it was inappropriate to get up. Accept this." He then gave Nasreen the handkerchief after saying this.

"What is that?" Nasreen inquired.

Veggie salad? Who advised bringing it?

The fact of the matter is that when Najmi was alive, I used to leave the house without awakening her, so why are you upset? In addition to bringing the bargain home, the hawthorn would be the hawthorn. We were unable to afford servants. They used to work together like that. I'm from outside, while he is from home. Just take a look at the meat—half of the hand, half of the back, and then more meat. It's fresh and good. Indeed, even the worker's dad can't bring such meat. Then there is Kitchenal, who has arrived in town today. Then, at that point, there is onion, green chilies and ginger, and coriander as well.

Additionally, the young man had arrived to trim his beard. Her earlobes were still covered in soap. Nasreen Kaji desired to remove the soap from the dupatta's hem.

"You caused unfair suffering." Nasreen said, "Indeed, assuming you bring it now, I will call the shaman."

''no. Don't call him, please.

"Why is this?"

I'll cook on my own. She used to tell me while sitting in front of me that when Najmi was still alive, I would occasionally cook chicken. Nasreen stated, "He cooks such food that leaves the tongue tingling," and added, "Our enemy is also very clever.

"Najmi Kitchenal used to cook with a special recipe," the young man said with a firm decision. Either she or I was aware of that recipe. Please request the knife, coal, and ring.

Nasreen silently walked down the stairs because she didn't think it was appropriate to say anything else about this.

"Obita!" "I was just now telling the shaman to take your and his breakfast upstairs," Nasreen's grandmother told the Ugandan as she saw her.

"I will not eat, send it higher up."

"Why do you not speak?"

''not so...!''

Nasreen didn't say anything.

"What is he doing now?" the grandmother inquired.

Nasreen's auntie laughed uncontrollably.

''reality!''

"Yeah, yeah!"

"Very easy."

It would be a waste of money to send a shaman to him. I'll visit Navbahar.

Nasreen thought she would spend at least an hour with Navbahar, but she got up before the hour was up. Right up to the roof. I saw the young man sitting next to him chopping onions with a tool on a small drain, his eyes were red, and water was flowing. The ring was burning in the hallway outside the room. The shaman is sitting away from it, having a great time watching this show.

"Shaman!" Nasreen was harsh in her words. How much time have you spent seated? Take the onion and slice it off of Sahib.

"I have prayed a lot." The shaman grinned as he said it. But Mr. doesn't think so. I started the fire after he asked me to do so.

"Okay, you fall."

Nasreen asked the shaman, "Hazrat, what is the purpose of cooking chicken at this age?" as he left. Give me the onion and proceed to sprinkle it on my eyes. The young man did not resist when he extended his hand and removed the onion from his lap. "I'm sorry, you had to suffer so much because of me," the young man said as they sat down to eat at the table after two hours. The fact is that Najmi.

"Eat and stop talking."

"Wow, that was some fun food to cook." "Najmi's hands remembered Kamza," the young man said while keeping the first mouthful in.

Don't spend too much. Chapatis are crooked, look at them.

"I used to bring the majority of the chapatis from the oven because Najmi also didn't know how to cook them."

"I view broiler bread as a toxin. it would vanish.

Both sat on the floor of the room after finishing their meal.

"You stated," "Nowadays you live with a friend," Nasreen said.

Like me, this friend is also alone. The two of us share the house lease food and drink cost,s and worker's compensation.

"And you give Ami Jan half of your salary?"

''Yes. However, they always return something under a pretext. Occasionally to sew hot pants and occasionally to purchase new boots." Nasreen understood that her mom probably needed her.

"When did you tell your sister? What age?"

"A very sweet girl, ten years old."

"Is she enrolled in school?"

No, she studies at Maulvi Sahib at home. She teaches her grandmother, Sena Purna. He has kept goats. Milky white without a single black hair. He is well taken care of by Venus. Using her own hands, she feeds a bonnet from the field. She takes him to a small river near our village to drink water. The goat was drinking water one day when a large dog approached and barked so loudly that it became afraid and fell into the river. The water moved quickly. Zahra screamed and made the situation worse when she left with him. A farmer happened to be passing by and ran past. He had a hard time getting the goat out, and then Zahra came to life. Nasreen paid close attention to this uncomplicated, colorless incident. The young man was becoming increasingly drowsy at this point. As he lay on the pillow, he gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep. Nasreen arose. She sat on the floor near the young man and began stitching the dupatta after grabbing a gota and a white muslin dupatta from the cupboard. However, she soon became worn out, and she also went to the bed and slept there.

They both began getting ready to go to the market when a rickshaw arrived at three in the morning. The young man wanted to buy her something for Christmas. He had made it abundantly clear, without any remorse or hijab, that Nasreen could only purchase items worth twenty rupees and could not purchase more than that.

He stated, "It is true that nothing of such a low price could be worthy of you," But I want to leave you with a memento of my own, no matter how insignificant it may be.

She also agreed to go along with him. Grandmother resisted giving permission. Nasreen, on the other hand, was determined to travel on her own. The essence of the other young fellow was guiltless to the point that there was no smidgen of any abhorrent expectation and she stayed quiet. The young man in the blue burqa was sitting next to Nasreen in the rickshaw at this point. This couple was also among the thousands of women and men who were moving freely through the city's open streets. Seeing this, nobody even wanted to feel that there could be something besides this functioning couple.

After getting out of the rickshaw, they went through numerous markets. went to a lot of stores. He would clear the way in front of her as she walked down the street, shielding her from the crowds, motorbikes, and cars coming at her from behind. He would protect her as if she were something very sacred. He should not have anyone touch his feet. When he went into a store, he would show the shopkeeper the things he wanted and ask for them with such reverence that the other customers felt like they were a new couple. Moreover, the husband is completely in love with his wife.

Nasreen didn't spend much, but she did buy a few small things she used every day. He bought some of them, some of which he needed, like one. A silk loom, a few small needles, a few thongs in a few different colors, reels of thong, a few crochet stitches, a frame, a few gauzes, and that's all that costs less than twenty rupees. She would inquire, "What's left?" after purchasing each item.

Nasreen was forced to eat several items against her will when the young man took him to a restaurant and ordered a variety of hot and cold items upon his return. It was extremely dark when they got to their house. Nasreen's fatherly auntie was checking out at him with extraordinary tension. He felt relieved when he made it safely home. It was stated that the shaman would not eat. As a result, the upper staircase door was locked at night. Similar to last night, Nasreen began combing once more in the room's pale blue light. On the moon, the young man then sat down next to him. The young man said, "Nasreen, I told you many things about Najmi, but I didn't tell you one thing." After a while of silence, the pair finally spoke. Nasreen spontaneously exclaimed, "What? After a while of silence, the young man finally said, "That's it." She was not reliable.

"What's your point?" Even more surprised, Nasreen inquired.

It implies this. that she wanted another person.

"It's a lie."

"No, I'm being honest,"

"Was that supported by any evidence?"

"I had the evidence."

''What?''

The young fellow was quiet briefly. He continued, "His letters." I had unintentionally opened a letter with his name.

And do you still desire him?

The young man said, "Yes..." in a full voice, "There was no choice but to do it."

No one wanted to break the silence, which lasted for several moments.

"Did she know that you know the truth about her?" In the end, Nasreen asked her.

before she passed away. Even though I did not make eye contact with him, I kept offering him comfort and forgiveness. until he succumbed to the final hiccup and left.

The young man himself broke the silence with the words, "After all, what was the point of revealing this to him!"

The light was turned off earlier that evening than it had been the previous night. The young man quickly went back to sleep. However, Nasreen continued to observe the twinkling stars.

The young man suddenly fell asleep last night and began breathing rapidly. Nasreen raised her head and saw his face, thought for some time, then, at that point, similar to a frightened youngster while resting, the mother sticks to her bosom. Nasreen also hugged her and took her head in her arms.