Poison Girl

As soon as he sat upon the meteor bed with sleepy night's filthy-Arunit-eyes, a friend came and said that the letter had come from Vaishali and handed over the script. The meteor script was read with broken eyes after breaking the coin. Shivamishra writes: Daughter, I have received the news of Chand's death, your maternal debt has been paid. But the infant lineage is not yet exhausted. Remember.

While cutting the letter in another mind, Ulka Pangshu laughed and said - Sakhi, Janis, father has forgotten one thing. He did not remember that the blood of the infant was flowing in my body. Everyone knew that Ulka was the daughter of Shivamishree. Meteor left the bed and said - well, that's it. Will be. I can't finish, I will weaken the infant family. The determination that was floating around in his mind like a shadow in Kalya Rajini, became firm in Shivamishra's letter.

After completing the bath, Ulka put on her usual costume. But today there is no anxiety in her decoration, it is as beautiful as her friends decorated it. Once he saw his face in the mirror, he was shocked. He thought that the fire that had been burning in his chest all night had burned his form to ashes. But there was not a single flame in his body. Rather, the form seems to have become more miraculous in the lazy gaze of the eyes, in the snowy whiteness of the gond, in the weary relaxation of the sabang.

This is how the poisonous girls understand, the inner circle of form becomes more inflamed in the inner fire. When the decoration was over, Ulka ordered a friend to bring two swords. Sakhi stood in amazement for a while, but did not dare to ask questions, leaving in silence. Sword. When they arrived, the meteor released them and tested them. The sharp, sharp-edged weapon — the meteor struck the armpits and lifted them up; It was as if a flash of lightning flashed through the room.

At that moment, a friend boldly asked, "Dear friend, we are very scared. What will you do with your sword?" The meteor will gain a little পরীক্ষা will test the maharaja's weaponry. Then he said with a serious face - I am going to the garden, none of you go there. If Maharaj comes, tell him I am waiting for him in Madhabikunj. He marched towards the garden with his sword in his hand. Sakhira stood like a frightened wooden puppet.

Maharaja Senjit entered under the canopy of Madhabikunj and saw meteors standing with two swords like lightning in both hands. He paused; The hot red eyes were fixed on the sword. Said — Meteor, what is this? The meteor was faint with blood, he said - this is my answer. The answer to what?

Yesterday was the answer to what you wanted to know. Senjit anxiously moved towards Ushkar. Standing in front of him, he said in a thunderous voice, "Meteor, is this a new trick again today?" I don't like sports jokes again and again with my heart - tell me, why did you deprive me yesterday? What is the obstacle in our meeting? That is what I am saying, Maharaj. This sword gap between the two of us. I mean?

That is, if you do not defeat me in the battle of Asi, you will not be able to gain. Maharaj seemed to be stunned, he said - what is he? Meteor turned to the other side and said - this is the traditional custom of my family. This time there was a wonderful change in the face of the king; In an instant, the grief-marked line disappeared and the face was illuminated with the light of joy. He said, "This is the obstacle!"

Ulka Greba Bankim asked, "Doesn't Maharaj consider me as equivalent to arms?" Senjit smiled and said - not that. I have already got acquainted with your weaponry, but this chest is still plagued by your weaponry. But what if I don't fight? Then you will not find me. What if I accept it by force? Don't wear that either, this sword will stop you.

Saying good ধা obstacle দিক, the Maharaja spread his arms with a smile and proceeded. In a trembling voice, Ulka said, "Your Majesty, don't come near," or raised his sword. Or? The Maharaja stepped forward. The tip of the sword touched his chest, but he did not stop. Then the meteor quickly moved away and placed the sword on his chest and said, "And if there is more, I will come and give it to you."

The Maharaja laughed and said, "I knew that you would not harm me if I came to you. That is why I have another weapon." Meteor cried and said - cruel! Tyrant! Aren't you afraid of stigma? Aren't you ashamed to oppress helpless women?

The Maharaja let him go with a satisfied smile and said, "No, no." Now let's fight. He picked up a sword and handed it to her. This time the meteor was staring at Sajal with wide eyes like a pervert. Senjit said - lest you think, I am afraid to fight with women - so I came and caught. —S. Picking up the second sword, he said with a soft laugh — But meteor, if I am really defeated in your hands? But you will not be mine?

Meteor's lips trembled, he couldn't answer. I said to myself - no more, no more! I can't control so much greed. I have to die. - I have to die. িংOr if I can defeat can I? The meteor said loudly in an uncontrollable voice, "Promise me, if you are defeated, you will not touch me again?"

Senjit said with some pride I promised if I lose. I will never see the face of a woman. Then, under that madhabibitan, the love war between two lovely men and women started. Men fought to gain women, and women fought. To keep him away. In the heart of both, the love is strong, both want to win. I feel like there has never been such a war in the world.

Starting the Aussie War, Senjit saw that the Aussie-learning of the meteor was incomparable. In his hand, the asphalt is like a statue of a living poison. Senjit began to fight cautiously. Not only will he be victorious, he will have to be defeated by keeping the meteor barrier intact.

But it is impossible to get that flame out of the meteor's hand. He noticed that the meteor was trying to defeat him without hitting his body with great skill; Even if he gets a chance to hit, he is not hitting. A meteor swarm swirling around her body like a beetle lurking around the wind-shaking flower.

Thus the battle went on for a while. Senjit realized that it would take time to defeat the meteor in an easy way. There is still no sign of fatigue in his body, his breathing is normal; Only the nostrils are getting a little swollen. Then he smiled in his mind and adopted a strategy.

Suddenly, as if inadvertently, he stepped down a little. The nails of the meteor's ax came close to his chest, and as a result of the footsteps, a cage stuck in his ribs. The meteor breathed a sigh of relief, the lightning speed of his sword weakening instantly. At that moment Maharaja Senjit showed a wonderful tactic, his ax became entangled with the meteor's ax, then he pushed a little upwards. As soon as the meteor came free, it flew away. The Maharaja said - How are you?

With amazement on his face, Pandit quickly looked for a meteor; Then, trembling, he sat down on the ground. On the one hand, the worldly desire to sacrifice one's body and mind on the chest of the Beloved, on the other hand, the desire to wipe oneself out of the sight of the Beloved - when this conflict of Surasura is going on in the heart, the power of the woman to cry. No more.

At that time, pride and poverty, aspiration and despair, extreme failure and absolute fulfillment are mixed together. Meteor leaned on both arms and sat down. Senjit dropped his sword and knelt down beside him.

Meteor raised his dry eyes and said, "No, there is no obstacle." For a long time, he stared at the Maharaja's face with unblinking eyes, as if his face was swallowed like a demon with two eyes. The Maharaja also became fascinated and started looking at the meteor. His face is full of cheers. He thought - love. So sweet I did not know for so long, meteor, you taught me to love! Meteor-lover!

The Maharaja could not see what was in the eyes of the meteor. Meteor was thinking then - I didn't get it - I didn't get it! Honey, I never found you!

Outside the grove, hearing the anxious Sakhi's bracelet, the external consciousness of the two came back. The meteor rose; The two eyes fell on the face of the Maharaja and smiled a little. Then he said in a low, very muffled voice, "I will be waiting for the Maharaja in the living room this evening." The oil of the lamp is running out; The moon in the sky is also decaying. There is no delay at the end of the sad story of the poisonous meteor.

The maharaja came at midnight. The meteor was standing alone in the middle of the flower-scattered dormitory. A bunch of lotus-cork in his hand. Senjit hugged him with both arms. The bunch of lotus-cork remained in the middle of both breasts. Meteor: Pranamoyi - With great emotion, the meteor stopped holding Maharaj's chest. There was a slight pain in his chest. Thought-joy-pain!

The meteor fell on his chest, he smiled sweetly and said - darling, don't relax your arms. Let me die like this. Senjit let him go; The lotus-corks fell off the barrier of full union. Then the Maharaja saw that a sharp knife with a sharp point was piercing the meteor's chest. He stabbed her in the chest.

Senjit shouted like crazy - Meteor! Destroyer! What did you do? Ulka hugged his voice and gave an indescribable smile, saying — now there is nothing else, only love. Beloved, come closer, I can't see you well.

Senjit picked him up on his chest and said - but why - why meteor? Why did you do that? The smile on Meteor's face gradually faded, two drops of water rolled down his eyes.

Shivamishra's vengeance did not succeed in the service. One and a half hundred years later, a crooked Brahmin completed his pioneering work. In this tragic drama of the distant past, I did not mention the role I played in this national anthem; There is no need to do. Maybe I came down as a clown, maybe I carried the royal crown on my forehead, or maybe I carried it in the vulture's vulture.

Guess what the reader will, I will not object. Just one question that comes to mind from time to time sitting in this unreformed twentieth century. If the meteor was the beloved poisonous girl, then not Senjit, why did he die in despair ??