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At the south of the hill, just where the river bends, Jaymal stares at the girl sitting on a rock, wrapped in a thick green red-and-yellow blanket. She is wearing a brown mekhela to her calf, dipping her feet in the river Pahumara playing with water from time to time, and laughing absorbedly as she looks at the distant border. She had two lips like blood, thick black hair and copper eyes. There is nothing wrong with looking at her. She was unable to cover her chest with the sleeve of her shawl. There was a slight smile on her face, and her body was like a new blooming flower. Her magical youth, bright as a golden deer, instantly fascinated by her beauty, took a step or two forward this time. He asked himself who this beautiful woman was.
I have never seen a story of such a beauty. The afternoon sun is shining on her golden body. Step by step, Jaymal came to her. A flock of goldfish are sitting on the rocks by the river and kissing their feet submerged in the water. The scent of an unknown wild flower stirred her body. She looked at Jaymal who was standing next to her and smiled. It's not a smile, it's like a youthful spring rain. She reached out and said, "Come on, sit here." Jaymal, who had let her sit on the side of the rock where she
was sitting, asked this time, "Who, who are you?"
Dham, Dham, Dham……
There was aloud noise and Jaymal sat up on the bed. There is a knock on the door of the house and Bimala is shouting next to her. Though Jaymal sat up in bed getting bored to see what had happened, he once searched for that beautiful woman. He was angry with Bimala. That dream queen has been lost somewhere on her screams. He wiped his eyes and was about to leave the bed with the same annoyance. He lowered his feet to the ground from the bed and screamed water.
Bimala shouted loudly in the same tune with him and said, "Come out soon.Otherwise, the flood waters of Pahumara will drown everyone."
Jaymal arrived at the dam with the cows in the barn, packing a few things he could carry. There are already many people in the village who have climbed the dam. No one had ever seen such a devastating disaster in Pahumara before. The ever-calm, buried river is foaming today. It is growing in vain from all sides as if the strength gained through thousands of years of penance will devour everyone. There is a lot of water on the road, which was flooded a while ago. The dam is buzzing with the screams of cattle and people. There is a lot of rain and thunder and the sky is falling apart. Someone is shouting that the water from the Mathanguri dam has been released. The water will rise further all be careful, stay alert. The black sky is split in two by lightning. People are only praying the invisible in search of escape from these disastrous times. Sabita is running from one end to the other in the darkness. The mother has not yet arrived. She was sent with her neighboring uncles and her mother was supposed to come and pack a few household items. As time goes by, Sabita's restlessness increases.
The people are frightened by the terrible appearance of the water.Even in such a difficult time, Jaymal remembered that dream again. Who was it sitting on the rock of Pahumara? Is this a catastrophic destroyer or a magical beauty ?
Gradually the night is coming to an end. The sky is brightening after a terrible night but the possibility of rain is not over yet. People are building houses on the dam with tarpaulin, sacks, bamboo and cane to spend the night. No possibility of the water receding and there is no guarantee that their houses will remain same even if the water subsides. Jaymal has also arranged to stay with Bimala. People are tired of hunger and tiredness at the end of the day, their mouths are dry. No one has anything to eat, and the cows are starving. The children are crying in hunger. There is water all around, but everyone is desperate for a bottle of clean water to quench their thirst.
On the third day, someone got some food from somewhere, but nothing went into anyone's mouth. There is a fire of hunger burning in their stomachs, but the sadness of losing their homes burns more. The village, his own house, was destroyed by the floods before his eyes. Noone has heard about Sabita's mother yet. There are many cows, barns and barns that have been washed away by the floods.No one has been able to calm Sabita down. Again and again she wants to go down to the water to look for her mother. There is a situation where no one can convince her.
Only the most tired people understand the emptiness of the heart. Her mother did not come to the dam anymore. She was swept away by the flood waters of Pahumara. The girl who lost her father in childhood is now becoming mad at the loss of her mother.The clock of disastrous times is very slow. There is no way to pull the heavy time.
Gradually five days have passed, However, there is no possibility of reduction in water levels, but the sky is clear today. People are out of their tarpaulin houses to dry a few things in the bright morning sun after a long time. A group of children put their hands on each other's backs in the sunshine and becoming a long train.They are running around the dam. The women are preparing breakfast by blowing raw firewood. The sun is also shining on the people. Then someone shouted from the other end, "Something big is floating." As soon as he shouted, the people on the dam became alert. Some rushed to the water to see what was floating Something that looks like a human but cannot be guessed is coming. Two of them swam into the water to find out what it was. The people on the embankment surrounded the dam to see what had been lifted ashore. Joymal also appeared in the crowd. Everyone was supresed to see it. This is nothing but a queen of a country. Everyone gathered shouted in unison “This is the queen, the queen.”
Keeping his ears on the queen’s breast Kanak said, “The temperature of the body is not yet over, you know, she is not dead.” He pressed his hands against the queens chest. Not once, not twice, but about five or six times. The last time the queen slipped, she gulped down a mouthful of muddy water. Someone baked by the fire, someone brought sesame oil and massaged the soles of of her feet. The queen got up and sat down with the first aid and promptness of the villagers. The queen opened her eyes and saw the strangers in front of her, but asked in a royal manner, "Who is he, who are you?"
The people present were shocked at the question of the royal woman with hergolden necklace, pearl necklace, large earrings, gold-plated green and red and blue embroidered riha mekhela. The muddy water has soiled her body, but the beauty and radiance of her body has brightened the whole place. Little children who dream of kings and queens touch the woman in search of the harmony between reality and the queen of dreams. They are asking each other which country's queen came to Bhogpur in the 21st century. But no one has an answer.
Jaymal, who pushed in the crowd, looked at the Queen with suspicion. He seemed to have seen this drowning woman somewhere before. Red lips, swollen chest, black hair like Ausy, body color like dry leaves, where had he seen this queen before? These copper eyes seemed so familiar to him. Someone said go and call the village headman or the member. Someone is spreading the banana tree raft to the village. Bimala sits down and brings hot tea and serves it to the woman in a faded bowl. No one can guess whether the Queen is angry or laughing at the bowl. One of the crowd says you couldn't put it in a good bowl! You got the sideholed bowl! The woman sipped,
holding the teapot she had been given with great affection. You can tell that she hasn't had anything in her stomach for a long time. While watching these scenes, Jaymal remembered that this was the woman he had seen in social. This is the woman he had almost lost in his dreams, the woman who invited him to sit next to her on the rock of Pahumara. Jaymal's mind was filled with joy. With the same enthusiasm, Jaymal sat in front of the Queen in a special pose and said, "Do you recognize me?" I'm Jaymal
Jaymal! The Queen looked at Jaymal from bottom to top and turned around in her memory room but could not remember who he was. One of the crowd left a word shell to Jaimal Why don't you recognize Jaimal, he is the prince of this country.
Unable to recognize him, the Queen called his name and asked him again, "What country are we in now, Jaimal?" And whose country are these? Jaymal was very encouraged to hear his name from the Queen's mouth. The queen's words are not yet over,
He said that this is Bhogpur, a small village on the banks of the Pahumara River and these are the inhabitants of this village. The floods of Pahumara almost destroyed the village this time. So we have come and taken refuge in this dam. The Queen wanted to ask Jaymal something again. But then the village headman arrived, Dhriti bent on her knees, with the members. As soon as the village headman arrived, the people left the queen and surrounded the village headman this time. The villager Madan whispered to the village headman, Where are you from? Like the queens on TV. She looks like the queen of a country like the actress of a play. Someone said that she could be a spy for a country. They are going around in various disguises and collecting news about our country. Otherwise, where will the Queen come from in 2024? The member expressed doubts. This could be a conspiracy by the opposition.
The village headman approached the queen with everyone’s questions and anxieties. Jaimal is still sitting next to the Queen. The village headman looked at the queen from bottom to top and with his natural seriousness first asked for her identity. Who is she where does she live, where did she get from and how did she get to Bhogpur? The queen got up from her seat to answer the village headman's question and wrapped her long shawl in her hand. And with a special gesture like the queen she saw on TV, she said, "I am the queen prakriti of Medinipur. I was boating on the Brahmaputra when I was drowned by the floodwaters. There was a royal seriousness in her words and gestures. He had never heard of a country called Medinipur before, but the village headman guessed that she looked very noble in her appearance, dress and ornaments.
The village headman thought to himself, 'If I could seduce her and take her home, I would get these gold jewelry anyway. So the clever village headman made up an idea and began to lie and say that he had visited Medinipur many times. I have taken the royal hospitality of that country. I have travelled in the three worlds and have never seen such a country, such a compassionate king who is constantly devoted to the welfare of the people. I am forever grateful to him and how fortunate we are that your presence has made us grateful today. I thank God for the opportunity to serve you. Our hearts are filled with your presence today. The village headman instantly praised prakriti, the naturally praiseworthy queen, could not wait to hear the praise of her country and her husband. The queen, fascinated by the village headman's words, gave him a gold necklace as a gift. The face of the village headman who received the gift shone like the rays of the sun. The people just looked at the village headman and the queen. This time, the members did not wait to see the gifts given to the village headman. His mind was also stirred. He went to work with a plan to collect something good from the Queen. Like the village headman, the members were five-faced in praise of the Queen. There is a lot of honey in the mouths of the members talking about the beauty of the Queen. There are many gods and goddesses compared to the queen. The Queen was overwhelmed with praise for her beauty and in that joy she gave a diamond ring she was wearing as a gift to a member. The member seems to have nothing to escape when he gets the ring. Everyone in attendance was amazed at the member who received such a precious ring. Madan said from the crowd, Queen, give us some gifts too. You have seen our plight. The river water finished us the highest. "If you don't have mercy, who will do it for us?" Madan pushed the crowd forward. The queen's heart dried up at Madan's words. Who can understand the suffering of the people if the king and queen do not understand it? There were a few others who saw Madan and came closer to the queen.
While the queen was thinking of how to save them from this great disaster, one by one the whole crowd came forward and surrounded her. Jaymal is amazed at the actions of the people from the moment he sits down. He couldn't figure out what the people were trying to do. Instantly there was a chaos. Before the Queen gives the people any gifts, the people pull the Queen's gold, silver, gems, pearls, and necklaces from her hands and necks. They took off the skull and broke it into pieces. The queen's salty tender body was torn by the handcuffs of the men who were pulling her. Drops of blood dripped from the torn earrings. Jaymal didn't realize what happened before his
eyes. The woman, who was shining with gold and silver, turned red with blood in an instant. Bimala, who had gone to the temporary house in Mathauri after feeding the Queen tea, ran and shouted, 'We have not found anything, we have not found anything. The queen rolled over and fell there. Jaymal stood still like a man from heaven. The men who had taken the gold and silver jewelry from the queen left her there and quickly left the place. The Queen saw her naked body and cried out loudly, 'Jaymal, Jaymal.
Jaymal could not look at the beautiful woman of his dreams in this naked form in the real world. In an instant, Jaymal wrapped the cloth around Queen's body. There is a lot of anger in the queen's eyes. The queen's appearance filled Jaymal’s eyes. The queen wrinkles her nose in disgust as she looks at the laughing crowd. The Queen jumped back into the water, saying that she would not live in this society full of consumerist greed. Jaymal watched the scene from the shore helplessly. And the dream woman of joymal was proceeding far, too far in the flowing waters of the pahumara.
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