The Most Famous Story of Munshi Premchand: Atma-Sangeet
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Presented here is one such priceless story by Munshi Premchand, titled:
* Atma-Sangeet
It was the dead of night. The riverbank. The stars in the sky were motionless, their reflections in the river rippling and dancing with the waves. A delightful and life-giving, soul-sustaining melody filled the stillness and darkness, like hope on a heart, or sorrow on a face.
Queen Manorama had just received her guru's blessings. After a day spent in charity and fasting, she lay in the embrace of sweet slumber. Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open, and the enchanting sounds reached her ears. She was agitated—like a kite drawn to a lamp; she was restless, like an ant drawn to the scent of sugar. She rose and, evading the gaze of the gatekeepers and guards, slipped out of the palace—like tears flowing from the eyes when hearing a heart-wrenching cry.
The riverside was thick with thorny bushes. High riverbanks rose above. Fearsome creatures lurked, their frightening sounds echoing around. And even more fearsome were the imaginary horrors. Manorama, a symbol of grace and gentleness, was drawn into a state of intense fascination by the sweet music. She lost herself in its captivating allure. She did not think of the dangers that surrounded her.
She walked for hours, until the river itself blocked her path.
Manorama, compelled, scanned the surrounding areas. On the bank, she saw a small boat. Approaching it, she said, “Boatman, I must cross to the other side. This enchanting melody has consumed me.”
Boatman – “I cannot launch the boat at night. The wind is b, and the waves are ferocious. It's too risky.”
Manorama – “I am Queen Manorama. Launch the boat, and I will pay you generously.”
Boatman – “Even so, I cannot. It's not fitting for queens to be on my small boat.”
Manorama – “Oh, sir, please. I am desperate. My life is pulling me towards this enchanting music.”
Boatman – “What payment will you offer?”
Manorama – “Whatever you wish.”
“Boatman – You tell me; how could a simple villager like me know what to ask a queen? Lest I ask for something that would stain your reputation?”
Manorama – “This necklace is quite valuable. I will give it to you.” Manorama removed the necklace from her neck. Its brilliance illuminated the boatman’s face—a face rough and dark, etched with wrinkles.
Suddenly, Manorama felt as if the music had become much closer. Perhaps a wise, enlightened person, filled with spiritual joy, was sitting on the riverbank, making the silent night musical. The queen's heart leaped. Ah! What a captivating melody! Impatiently, she said, “Boatman, delay no further. Launch the boat. I cannot bear another moment of waiting. This heavenly music is tearing my soul apart.”
