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on the Britishers’ lips. What were they up to? New faces had<br />
appeared at the Swargadwar and the Hanumandwar. He had<br />
noticed some suspicious characters climbing up the path from<br />
the bank. Would they harm her? He wasn’t sure. Ratnadhar took<br />
a silent oath to protect this English woman with his life.<br />
Such soft eyes. Such beauty and grace. He was overcome with a<br />
wave of tenderness.<br />
Ratnadhar gathered his things. But he wanted to stay under<br />
the huge gamble tree on the Amrajuli bank and watch the boats<br />
come in. Today he would count the boats one by one.<br />
Bidhibala might come.<br />
He had been counting boats for the past six months. She had<br />
promised to come at festival time. So many festivals had gone by.<br />
Durga Puja, Nabanna, Madan Chaturali, Rajeshwari Puja, the<br />
fast of Sath Deodhwani. Bidhibala had not returned. Her hair<br />
must have grown longer. Her braid would hiss like a poisonous<br />
snake when she bathed in the river. She would not be permitted<br />
to worship at the Chinnamasta temple.<br />
As Ratnadhar walked towards the water, memories of<br />
Bidhibala came flooding back. The first time he met her was at<br />
the Kumari Puja.<br />
As she sat on the dais, Shambhu priest argued with a couple<br />
of devotees. “The girl seems to have crossed her twelfth birthday.<br />
Let’s check her hands, feet and chest.”<br />
“She has breasts!”<br />
“She must have reached puberty.”<br />
“It’s just greed.” The kumaris were offered gifts of saris, money,<br />
mirrors and sendur.<br />
Hai – a heinous sin!<br />
The Man from Chinnamasta