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Reconciliation
Baboo Dayashankar was one of those men who found companionship incomplete without the delightful banter of a lover. He took immense pleasure in reconciling disputes, and often found the playful exchange of a heated argument, with its occasional flirtatious glances, even more captivating than the ardent passion in a lover's eyes. The resolution of conflicts was far more enjoyable to him than mere agreement. The gentle ripples in water seemed to paint a poetic tableau. Pleasure from a journey wouldn't be complete without the gentle current of the river.
If Baboo Dayashankar had limited opportunities to indulge in these interests, it was not his fault. Girija, though kind and serious by nature, sometimes defied her own temperament, solely to please her husband. However, this fragile peace, this delicate harmony, was like a house built upon shifting sands, easily disrupted by the slightest gust of wind. Her eyes, her lips, and her heart—these captivating expressions could not sustain this delicate act for long. Clouds gathered in the sky, but not the refreshing monsoon clouds, rather, those of a looming storm. She worried that a lighthearted smile might suddenly transform into tears. The thought of a rift between them felt like a physical pain, threatening to take her breath away. Yet, on these occasions, the persuasive words that came to Baboo Dayashankar's mind, if he had possessed them during his student days, might have saved him years of legal struggles and kept him from remaining a mere clerk.
Dayashankar had a deep interest in national gatherings, a passion kindled during his days as a law student and steadfastly maintained. Though his wallet had been emptied, his shoulders bore the weight of the burden. This year's conference was to be held in Satara. A day before the scheduled date, Baboo Dayashankar set out for Satara. He was so engrossed in the preparations for his journey that he had little time to converse with Girija. The anticipation of the upcoming joy outweighed the momentary pangs of separation.
What a city it must be! The praise for its beauty and prosperity is immense. The excursions will be splendid. Dayashankar, lost in his thoughts of happiness, was blissfully unaware of Girija, her eyes filled with tears, standing at her doorway, praying to God for his safe return. The thought of how she would spend the week alone filled her with a profound sorrow.
Girija was preoccupied with these thoughts while Dayashankar was occupied with the journey's preparations. Eventually, all preparations were complete. The carriage arrived at the doorstep. The bedding and trunks were loaded. The time for farewell came. Dayashankar approached Girija, smiling, and said, "I must leave now."
A pang of sorrow pierced Girija's heart. She felt an overwhelming urge to cling to him and weep. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back, "How can I say goodbye? Is the time finally come?"
Dayashankar –"Yes, indeed, time waits for no one."
Girija –"Will you come back by train on the evening of the auspicious day?"
Dayashankar –"Certainly, I cannot delay my return. Please wait for me on that day alone."
Girija –"Do not forget. Satara is a beautiful city."
Dayashankar – (Smiling) "Even if it were heaven, I would return on the auspicious day. My heart will remain here with you. Do not worry at all."
With these words, he embraced Girija and, with a smile, stepped outside. The carriage departed. Girija sat down on her bed and wept profusely. Amidst the sorrow of separation, the flood of tears, and the pain of loneliness, another thought lodged itself deep within her heart, a thought she repeatedly tried to dismiss. Did he not have a heart? Or did he hold complete dominion over it? The smile that had graced Dayashankar's face as he departed remained a mystery to Girija.
Satara buzzed with activity. Dayashankar, disembarking from the train, was welcomed by uniformed volunteers. A carriage awaited him, and he proceeded towards the conference hall. Flags fluttered on either side of the path. Banners hung from the doors. Women peered from their windows and men stood on their balconies, applauding joyfully. Dayashankar arrived at the hall, amidst this splendor, and entered a beautiful tent equipped with all amenities. The conference began at ten o'clock. Speakers began showcasing their talents. The audience erupted in laughter at some comedians' witty remarks, while others were deeply moved by the passionate speeches of speakers. Wit and humor were favored over intellectual debates by the listeners, who seemed to find enjoyment in the speeches, as if they were theatrical performances.
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