At first, he only said what he had seen. But observing the curiosity of so many people, he began to have doubts; was Imam Saheb falling in esteem as a result of what he said! Why did they all eventually ask, âWhere was Hujur then? Did you see whether his door was open?â So it seemed that it was towards Hujur that the finger of blame was moving. Thus Asmat Chacha turned silent. He became cautious. He sealed his lips.
But although he was silent, the wind didnât stay still. Carried by the wind, the colourful abir of the chimerical calumny began to spread at great speed. That colour traversed the tap-side, the bel-fruit grove and the steps at the pond bank, and reached Reshma Bhabiâs ears too. Nazir had gone out at night. When Reshma heard that he, too, had spotted a girl in their courtyard, she became perturbed. Because she knew very well that it was a person of flesh and blood. She was no jinn or fairy. Had the girl gone mad? Going to Imam Sahebâs room in the dead of night! Was this a trivial matter! After all, Imam Saheb was only a man. What was this brazenness! Reshma Bhabi was anxious. She dropped whatever she was doing and rushed to Riziya.
Reshma was certain that Riziya had gone berserk. If that wasnât the case, would anyone sit on the roof terrace in the afternoon, under the blazing sun? Riziya had neither bathed nor eaten, she was sitting all by herself on the terrace. She was drenched in perspiration. Her fair-complexioned face had turned completely red. As soon as Reshma spotted her, she screamed out, âWhatâs happened to you? Do you want to die sitting here like this? Get up, I need to talk to you.â
Riziya was startled by Reshmaâs loud voice. But she was unruffled. As soon as Reshma went near her and pulled her by her arm, Riziya said angrily, âWill you let go of me, Bhabi? Pay attention to your own family. No one has to worry about Riziya. You can go, Iâm fine.â
Reshma could have felt hurt at her words, but she paid them no heed. She said tenderly, âAll right. Iâll go. But come downstairs for a while. I have lots to tell you.â
Like an obedient girl, Riziya went downstairs with Reshma to her room. She sat down on the cot. Reshma switched on the fan. Sitting under the breeze of the fan, Riziya asked Reshma peaceably, âWhat do you want to say, Bhabi?â
âWill you tell me the truth?â
âYes, I will. What is it you want to know?â
âWhere did you go last night?â
Riziya was silent. She had been full of remorse since morning. She was aware of how terribly inappropriate it was of her to have been overcome with emotion and ventured in the middle of the night to knock on Imam Sahebâs door. But who spotted her on the desolate street? Was it Tahirul himself who had told everyone after rising for the Fajr prayer? If he had, then she was done for. People would kill her! Riziya was terrified. But she believed that he would not tell anyone. Riziya replied to Reshma, âWhy? What happened? Did someone tell you anything?â
âThe whole of Sadnahati is agog. Thereâs a commotion everywhere. Apparently, Asmat Chacha saw someone. But why did you go to him?â
âTell me what you heard.â
âAsmat Chacha saw a woman standing in front of Imam Sahebâs room. He couldnât make out who she was. Chacha thinks it may have been a jinn or something like that. But people are suspecting something else.â
âIf he couldnât make out who the woman was, then why are you asking me, Bhabi? It may be someone else. Could be a jinn or a fairy too!â
âTell me the truth. Didnât you go last night?â
âWhy are you asking me this? Why do you think it was me?â
âDonât try to act coy! Are you going to hide it from me, Rizi? What if I tell you that another person saw you? Listen, your Nazir Dada also saw you. He knows the colour of your printed churidar-kameez.â
Riziya was quiet now. The fact was that she had avoided the main road and taken a narrow lane going past the nooks and crannies of the  houses on her way back. She had thought that walking past Nazir Daâs house would be the safest. But Riziya had been seen. Yet she wanted to survive. Was that terribly wrong? People did a lot of things for the sake of survival. She too used the shield of religion for self-defence. She said, âYes. I went to the mosque.â
âThe mosque? Why did you go to the mosque so late at night?â
âWhy? Arenât women allowed to go there? Canât they have something to say to Allah?â
âBut why did you go to the mosque? All right, so you went there. But why were you hovering around Maulana Sahebâs room?â
Riziya felt very angry. It was true that Reshma was fond of her, like a friend, but she knew that the predicament she had fallen into was not something Reshma could solve. And that was why, much as she wanted to, she couldnât tell her. She found this interrogation by Reshma unbearable. She felt like leaving the room at once. But it wasnât often that Reshma came to her room. Rather it was in Reshmaâs room that they had their soirĂ©es. So she didnât want to send her away. Riziya made light of the matter by joking about it. She said, âTell me, if I go to the mosque, wonât I meet Imam Saheb?â
âKeep quiet, brazen wretch! Iâm going to speak to your Mami today itself. I canât understand what their problem is! Whatâs wrong with getting their daughter married to Maulana Saheb?â
âThereâs no need for anything now, Bhabi. Itâs all decided.â
âWhatâs decided?â
âItâll be just after Eid. Heâs going to come here. Canât delay any more, Bhabi. We are going to get married within a week. Itâs final. But donât tell anybody yet. I told you because I trust you.â
âOh my! Really? This is fantastic news! But let me tell you one thing â that doesnât mean youâllâŠâ
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âTeacher! You, son? Iâm glad youâve come. Come, come inside.â
Salaam Miya welcomed Suman as soon as he saw him. Visiting Salaam Miya at night on Bakri Eid was an annual routine for Suman. He partook of the simui and rice-flour rutis, and of course, the beef curry. Almost everyone in his Jogipara knew about that. But there was something else today. Sandip had come to Sumanâs house. He wanted to witness for himself the gruesomeness and cruelty of Bakri Eid. Suman advised him to also visit the various temples where goats and buffaloes were sacrificed. They had an argument over this. He had left Sandip at home, and come, as always, to the Miya household. And that was why Salaam Miya too asked him in, as usual. Turning towards the house, he shouted out, âHey Rizi, look, your Teacher is here. Get up and come here.â
âIs Riziya very unwell, Kaka?â
âItâs been almost a month ⊠I just canât understand whatâs wrong. The stubborn girl doesnât even talk to anyone.â
âWhat exactly is wrong with her?â
âWho knows! Why donât you talk to her and see? She listens to you.â
âAchchha.â
âLet me ask your Kakima to get the food ready. But I didnât sacrifice a cow this time, Suman. I got a goat. You eat mutton, donât you?â
âI donât eat beef nowadays, Kaka. So mutton is fine. Achchha, tell me, if itâs all right to sacrifice a goat, why do you people sacrifice cows?â
âDo I know all that, son? Please sit. Let me fetch Rizi.â
Suman was welcome in every house in the Muslim quarter. That was because there wasnât a single family in which someone or the other wasnât a student of his. At least in the hamlet of Dokkhin Sheikhpara. It was Salaam Miyaâs house that Suman visited most often. He felt most at ease in this Miya household. Suman sat on the chair kept in the veranda. He did not notice when Riziya arrived and stood beside him. He turned to look at her when he heard her voice.
âDada! When did you come?â
âJust now. How are you? Itâs your Eid today. Why such a wilted face?â
Riziya feigned a smile. She didnât say anything. As if there was no answer to the question. She said, âSit, Dada. Iâll just be back.â
âListen, I didnât come to have beef. I came only to meet you. You donât have to do anything.â
But Riziya stepped down from the veranda nevertheless. She returned a little later, with a tray of food from the kitchen. Suman didnât object. He began eating. As he ate, he said, âIâve stopped eating beef, you know.â
âMami hasnât given you beef, this is mutton.â
âYes. Kaka told me.â
Suman suddenly stopped eating and asked Riziya, âWhatâs all this rubbish Iâm hearing, Riziya?â
âWhat did you hear, Dada?â
âAbout Imam Saheb and youâŠâ
Riziya was silent for a moment. Suman Da had helped her in various ways ever since her teen years. How could she tell him about the unfathomable crisis that she was in! And if she did, how would he take it? Wouldnât the fondness Suman had for her vanish in a trice! Something unimaginable had happened to her almost a month and a half ago. How could she open up about that now, after having been silent so long? She felt terribly small in front of Suman. Besides, he was a companionable gentleman, and her teacher. But he didnât belong to the Muslim community. So how could he help her? Relying on Tahirul instead was best. After all, he would be here once the night was past. He would make the proposal directly to her Mama. The marriage had to be organized within a couple of days. There was no other way. There was very little time. Riziya replied to Sumanâs query, âYou heard right, Dada. We are getting married.â