Part - 2 (Trial of the Rapist!)
Just like that, someone ran around me, chattering and running, and came out at the intersection.
This sudden scream and his arrival made me jump back a few steps.
It took me a while to calm down. After taking a few deep breaths, I opened my eyes and looked ahead.
I saw a crazy man sitting on the side of the road. What was going on?
I walked towards him in surprise. As soon as I stood next to him, he raised his head and looked into my face.
-"He's awake! He'll finish everyone off... He's awake, he'll finish everyone off... He's awake..."
It was difficult to make out the man's complexion. Because it seemed that dirt had accumulated on his body for a long time.
He had long, dirty hair and a forest of beard. He was wearing a torn shirt and a torn dhoti that was somehow twisted. Understanding his age is difficult.
But it seems like he's over thirty.
I said looking at her
-"Who is that? Who are you talking about? And it looks like you saw something scary in that place? Tell me what you saw?"
-"Yes, I'm saying, I'm saying, that's that..."
-" Charan, you're here! Oops, I can't take you anymore ו"
Narrator Taranath:: I looked and saw an old man.
Standing behind me. A neat man wearing a white dhoti and Punjabi. With him are two young men in their twenties and thirties. Their hands are shackled.
The man walked past me and knelt down next to the madman.
-"You ran away again! I've been looking for you everywhere, is there any way to find you? Oops; this is a nuisance..."
With that, he ordered the other two young men.
-"You guys take him out of here quickly. His mother is standing there with food."
-"No, I won't go... no..."
He started flailing his arms and legs, shouting. Sometimes he would spit on the two young men and run away laughing...
But still he was caught. The two young men, enraged, grabbed him and tied him up and dragged him along the road ahead.
Even then, he started to babble incoherently. Those words filled the afternoon forest with laughter.
I was staring at it in surprise. At that moment, the man sitting in front of me stood up and turned towards me.
-"You? I don't really recognize you..."
-"You won't recognize me. I'm from Kolkata."
I'm here. Taranath Chakraborty. I came to visit this place. I met your son on the way. I'm a little suspicious-"
He stopped me and said, "Well, do you know anything? I mean, you saw my son... if he has anything-"
"Yes, I have some doubts about your son. But I don't know how I can convince you. I understand what you are saying... but I can't convince you like this. Because it seems like a pretty strong case. And I don't know how far I can go.....
But I can certainly try my best to help someone's problem. Whatever I can do and what-"
-"But please come to my house. So where are you staying here?"
-"I just arrived. I still can't understand anything."
He came towards me with great enthusiasm and said
"But don't think twice and come to my house. I hope you will enjoy my house. We will try to serve you with all our might. So, Thakur Masai, you don't have any problems, do you?"
-"No, no problem. I was also looking for a place to stay. It's good that I found a place, you see."
-"Hmm, let's go quickly. This place is not good. It doesn't seem like it would be a good idea to stay here."
We started walking. I looked back once more and said,
-"Isn't the place good? But why isn't it good?"
-"Hmm, let's go first. I'll read it and tell you better. Exactly why it's not good. You can't tell such a long story in one go.....
"So there's no time to waste now. You go and rest first. Then."
The village is decorated with small and large houses. There are gardens, ponds, and rivers. We entered the large house through an iron gate on its boundary.
The gentleman raised his voice and called his wife.
-"What, Ginny? Come out and see this. Look, I've brought a guest. Come out and see."
A middle-aged, dignified woman stood there, her veil over her head. Her maidservant was with her.
This is the living room. It is decorated with quite expensive old furniture and home decoration items. The name of the wealthy man is Hemendra Narayam Sen, his wife is Savitri Devi.
Hemendra Babu has a big spice business in this town. His eldest son, Shishir Sen, is in the shop For now. The younger son Charan Sen is going crazy. Along with the elder son's wife Vishakha and children Shankar and Pramila.
The younger son is not married yet. He is involved in business with his grandfather. But it has been six months since then, and he has not gone out on business, he is stuck at home.
The people are quite nice. As soon as I washed my hands and face, Savitri Devi came with tea and some snacks. After eating them, I came home. One side of the upper staircase was almost empty. A room was arranged for me on that side.
As soon as I entered the house and opened the window, I heard a scream. It was afternoon. The atmosphere around me was again filled with excitement after overcoming the emptiness.
As soon as I stepped out the door, I saw Hemendra Babu.
-"Come on, Thakur Mashai. The food is ready."
In the distance, two shaliks were squabbling, the sound of which made the place extra lively. Another scream woke the whole house.
I walked up to him and asked, "Isn't this screaming your son?"
-"Yes. He's stuck in that room."
So he pointed forward with his finger.
I looked towards the other end of the second floor. There was still a little noise inside the room at the very end. The door was locked from the outside.
No one really went there. A servant had been assigned to look after him. That Hari was the one who looked after Pratul.
We sat down to eat. Everyone, except the wives of the house, sat down to eat. Hari took the food towards Pratul's house. As he went, he said with a hint of annoyance,
-"That job again, the job I'm most afraid of doing!"
To be continued.....
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