Shakha Proshakha



Come, I know you sit in

this room every morning.

That's why I did not go to

the garden and came here.

I have not spoken

to you for a long time.

Looking at the flowers? You know

today is a big day, Proshanto?

Your father is seventy years old today.

You don't have to remember that.

Leave it... leave it... Sit...

Why are you going over there?

I do not often meet you.

Sometimes I forget that

you are even staying here.

Where are they?

Your brothers wanted to

come but I stopped them.

All of them work. There is no

need to leave work and come.

Everybody works...

What did you say?

Everybody works...

You too used to...

You had bad luck, Proshanto...

Do you know why you don't work?

You had been abroad to

study Minerology. Remember?


if I can make you remember...

Saying "I don't work... I don't work"...

No need to feel sad about it.

Listen, listen carefully...

Abroad... London...

You met with an accident. You had

a severe head injury... Remember?

Doctor... Hopkins...

Right. Hopkins saved you.

There was no hope of survival.

What a horrible time it was...

Your mother didn't even touch water

for ten days.

I only saw darkness.

The moment we knew,

we made all the arrangements.

Passport... Tickets...

Two days before leaving... A miracle...

We got news. The difficult time

was over and there was no fear.

You started recovering,

returning to normalcy...

and got back home...

But, you couldn't work. Doctors tried...

but something was missing...

God gave us a lot...

and so we made our peace...

Among four brothers,

you were the most brilliant.

And only you said you will

live here and work here.

They never wanted to stay,

I never insisted.

You remained,

but as a different person.

Please do not mind Proshanto.

It's alright the way you live. You stay

in your room, listen to music...

I remember everything...

What's that?

The tune, the music...

Lots and lots of tunes...

It stays with me...

What's that tune? Whose is it?

Maybe I won't understand...

No Sir... No Sir...

You are still naughty.

Your friend Himanshu sent records

from abroad. Did you like them?

And how's the music system your

brothers gave you for your birthday?

Very good. Very good...

What is called?

I really do not know...

Hi fi... Hi fi.


You know what they gave me?

Kashmiri shawl, silk sheets,

Tussar payjama kurta...

A dhoti set with the

latest fashion big border.

And your sister-in law

knitted a woollen pullover too.

Manilal had been to Calcutta.

They sent it through him.

This evening there is public meeting.

I didn't tell you because...

No... No... Baba... Baba...

Son... I am here... Sit...

- Lightning...

- Where?

The banyan tree... Here...

in front of me...

What are you saying these days...?

Have you turned into a saint?

Get ready... Get ready...

Okay. I will get ready.

I will get ready wearing my

birthday clothes. I will be ready.

The truth is I don't

like these felicitations...

I wish the old days

would come back...

You four brothers...

Lovingly I call out to you.

Atul, Batul, Shamla, Shatul...

One is good, one is naughty,

one is quiet and one is smart.

I would return from the office

and would see... A bustling household...

And today the same house

is empty... Only three people...

The father is there but not quite.

Your mother wasn't...

even fifty and went away.

The only consolation...

she did not suffer.

One by one,

all three sons went their way...

When I sit alone,

I feel miserable...

The days that were...

and what's left now...

The past is gone... Won't come back...

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