Priyangsu has got an appointment letter for a residential private tutor’s job from a remote village of Bengal. Some days before twenty nine years old this young man had appeared in the interview there but just yesterday afternoon he had got the confirmation letter for joining there.
The interview was taken by the family head who had himself authorised the joining date of Priyangsu. The aged gentleman had cordially invited Priyansu to join there.
It was the month of May, Priyangsu had left home for Iswardhamtala, I mean that remoted place of Bengal.
It was a four hours journey by an electric train. Priyangsu had booked a chair car and had very comfortably covered three fourth of the distance but henceforth all passengers could feel the imminent arrival of the well known West wind of Bengal with a sudden thrash within few minutes. A pretty cold wind was cooling over all sides. A dark black cloud was gradually hovering over the south western corner of the sky.
It was just 5 pm. The train had reached the station of Iswardhamtala and Priyangsu had to alight off the train. But with the blink of eyes a thunderstorm had taken place along with loud thud of thunder bolts and immense dry leaves flying from hither and thither to cover all sides of the platform. Priyangsu had three luggage on his shoulder and in hands. At first the young man had started being at his wits end then desperately had overcome all the problems by dashing forward to the outside of the station. After walking for few seconds Priyangsu could feel that it wasn’t so easy to brave with such a tremendous force of wind. Fortunately there he found a railway level crossing and a small makeshift room with a tin roof called gumti where a gateman was seated on a small stool. He was also so scared about the speed of the wind that he was about to close door of the gumti. Just right then Priyangsu had begged for some mercy from that gateman who immediately had agreed. The storm had taken almost one and half hour to decline. When the storm had pacified the murky light of evening had started looming large all over the place. In the wee hour of dusk Priyangsu had left there. But the village paths got so devastated by the terrible cyclonic rain that it had got quite muddy. Priyangsu is a young man born and brought up in a city environment. He was never habituated in walking through a muddy soil. So he frequently was slipping out of his steps and got missed it. No doubt Priyangsu was feeling irritated at it. Just then he had noted that a young man around twenty four twenty-five years old was walking freely and very smartly forward just in front of Priyangsu’s eyes. Priyangsu had got little astonished that erstwhile no one was walking in front of Priyangsu. But all on a sudden from where and how he had appeared just before Priyangsu’s vision? Any way Priyangsu very friendly had asked the young man,”Hi young man, how can you walk so quickly and manage your steps on such a muddy path?” The young man looked back with a charm of smiling face. He was quite healthy and handsome. He replied,”I’m quite habituated to walk in such a muddy path. My house is situated here. Are you a new comer here?” Priyangsu had replied,” yes I’m…” Now the young man questioned,”where do you stay?” Priyangsu had answered,”Today I‘ve just reached here to join a new job.” The young stranger asked,”Which job?” Priyangsu replied,”As a residential private tutor of Ghanashyam babu’s two grandsons.” The stranger exclaimed at it,”Oh they’re my nephews.” With the course of such dialogue the stranger had shown to Priyangsu a house luminated with electric lights and told,”This is the residence of Ghanashyam Goswami. You get entered and ring the door bell. They will welcome you.The family is thorough gentle.” Priyangsu had urged the young man,”you too come on and enter here.” The young stranger replied,”Not now…I’ll come afterwards. I do have some work to some other place.” So Priyangsu had entered there alone. After having been welcomed there when Priyangsu was heading towards his own room along with the eldest son of Ghanashyam Goswami Priyangsu saw a wall photography of that charming stranger adorned with a garland. He had curiously enquired about the photography . Ghanashyam ‘s eldest son answered,”he’s our youngest brother who had died of an accident while crossing rail line.”
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