I was a helpless woman. What to do where to go? Who will help you live? i am a girl Who will place me? While thinking about this, I remembered the story of Roy Chaudhuri’s Babu. I have heard for a long time that he is very humane. He stands by everyone’s danger. I came to his bungalow with the address. Someone came and said who do you want? I said Chowdhury Babu is there? Babu is doing puja now. sitting I sat for half an hour.
They left me. The old man told me to sit here. I was very angry. This is how sadhus dress up and use helpless girls. You worship God in the morning and evening. You force girls. You are so dirty. I came in thinking that I would say all these things. I could not come out. Finally, I stayed at his garden house. I have no one to call my own in this world. One day, my husband, children, parents, mother-in-law, mother-in-law had everything. Today I have nothing. I am very calm today. I am a helpless woman today. I have no vermilion in my skin. There is no one to call mother. Everything was washed away by the flood of 1949.
I still remember that cursed day. That day was a moonless night. There has been a continuous week of terrible stormy rain. No one can get out of the house. People are not able to cook even a handful. It will be around twelve at night. Seven of us are sitting in the building of the house below. Yesterday’s storm blew away the roof of the house. Next to me is my seven-year-old son Tanay. No one could sleep because of the terrible storm. No one knew when the dam of the river broke. Suddenly, the doors and windows broke with a loud sound and the water flowed.
Then he came and asked everything. Then I told Raghu, take it to my garden house. I felt a little shy. As I went, I asked Raghu, “Who else lives in Dada Bagan’s house?” Our Babu has arranged for helpless girls to stay and eat in this garden house..and employs helpless men in various jobs. When I come to the garden house, I see many girls. But I don’t know if they are as helpless as me. They are sitting in a circle. It seemed that he was waiting for someone. Raghu left me.A few girls came and dressed me like them and sat near them. I said to one of them, well brother, why are we all dressed like this today? One of them said, our job is to sit and dress like this all day. Babu will come. Who is Babu? Chowdhury Babu. Our owner. He will take whoever among us he likes today to Babu’s bedroom. Will serve Babu all day. Surya will be by Babu’s side until sunset. Then Babu will again sit in the puja. It’s time for Babu to come. He will come immediately. I started thinking to myself. This old saint dressed like this and stood next to the helpless girls. Oh God, where did I come from? Babu has come. All the girls got up and stood around him. I sat down. The old man took one look at me and left. He took everyone and entered the room. After a few hours, everyone came out. All the girls forced me to go to him. I came.
I called one by name but no one responded. My son once called me as mother. How many times I called Tanay Ray, Tanay. And where is my father? Where is my husband, children and family lost in a moment due to the terrible storm and the broken river dam, about twenty-five to thirty feet high water. My son, father, where are you? I can’t see you, father. I can’t go to you. My baby is not calling anymore. O Lord save them. You have done me so much harm. You have taken away my child from my breast. Wherever you are, father, stay well. I am blessing you with my eyes full of water, wherever you are, father, stay well. I am sitting holding the trunk of the mango tree in the backyard.
The house collapsed in front of my eyes. High water is entering the village. On the other side, the raging of the cyclone is going on. Houses are being destroyed and the cries of people are dying. In the flood, husbands, children, houses and everything are floating away. In the dark, people are screaming and crying. In the morning, I looked and saw that all the villages were floating under the water. The thickets of big trees are visible. There is no sign of settlement. Thousands of people have died.
The police administration has engaged in rescue work with a speed boat. Another speed boat is carrying hundreds of bodies. The helicopter is dropping food from above. Hearing my screams, they took me to the camp. I saw many familiar people there. But I couldn’t see anyone from my family. I couldn’t live with the screams and cries of people. I have no one left in this world. I came out of the camp with tears in my eyes and pain in my chest. Now where do I go? I am the girl. Where can I get some shelter? Who will give me shelter? Finally my destiny has brought me here today. I don’t know where I will spend my last life. One day Babu organized a feast for Tagore. Thousands of people called. We girls went to eat last. God. What a grace my lost son Tanay is sitting in front of me eating. I see his father distributing bhog. O Lord you are real.
But why does my husband show this face? What will I say if he asks? No, I don’t want to lose them again. I have to take them out of Bagan house as soon as possible. I called the boy, I am your mother. Call your father and bring him to me quickly. His father came. I said don’t delay and get out of here soon. We will go outside and talk. We came out. By God’s infinite mercy I could not imagine that I will get my husband and child back like this. my faith Until today, everyone will be healthy and well. Write how you feel about the story in the comments. You will get the next story very soon. Thank you very much to everyone.
