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She ran her fingers over his handsome face. He smiled. The woman sitting opposite him remarked, '[Partha], wipe that silly smile off your face. We are discussing my career. I have been asked to join the Delhi office in April. Relationship banking is a challenging initiative and in a few

years' time I will become a manager. So I think the time is ripe for you to begin trying for a transfer or a job switch to Delhi.' 'But Delhi is expensive. OK, but Rima, what about Baba?' 'Oh, come on, Partha. [Pratik] and Mitali can take care of him. After all, till Pratik's marriage in June this

year, I had been attending to your dad's weird needs for the past two years. I need a break. But I admit your father is a sensitive man. Most of my friends are driven crazy by their in-laws.' Partha smiled. [Chandreyi
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was a tradition. Though a spirit, Chandreyi could not forget tradition. It was part of her spirit.


As it was nearing midnight, Pratik and Mitali were in their bedroom too. Pratik was watching television - just channel tiffany earrings, Chandreyi noticed. She too wanted to catch

up with some earthly news but Pratik, always her restless young one, just surfed from NDTV, BBC, CNN and other new news channels that Chandreyi had not even heard of. She looked at her son's eyes deeply. He blinked. 'Too much light in the room, Mitali. Switch on the reading lamp

on your table, there's not much news, except that the sensex is dipping. I am going to bed.' In the corner of the bedroom was a little writing table and a new shelf where piles of books and files almost hid petite Mitali. 'Yes, go to sleep, Pratik. I need to complete writing this chapter tonight. I

had imagined writing a PhD Tiffany Earrings on Ashapurna Devi would be so easy, but secondary material is so tough to find. Even the libraries are not bothered about the need of researchers.'

'If only you had done a masters in just any other subject than Bengali literature. Now, if I get a transfer anywhere other than Bangladesh, I wonder whether you will get a job even in a school. And I know you too well - you will hate taking up washing clothes and cooking as your lifetime

achievements.' 'Oh, come on, Pratik. Have you heard of Gender studies and cultural studies centres? I can always do projects there. But right now I am teaching in a college in Kolkata and enjoying every minute of the experience in lighting mental lamps. Sadly though dispelling the darkness

that seems to have solidified like tar requires a bulldozer.' Pratik laughed, as did Chandreyi. Pratik had a booming voice and a loud laugh, like a roar of a happy lion. Pratik and Mitali did not hear tiffany

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laughter. Though they felt that the wind chimes in the living room were louder than usual.


*** Chandreyi gently pushed the window open and slipped out. The moonbeam seemed to be waiting to take her back. She went up the vertical beam till she saw her friend Sraboni sitting glumly on a cloud, giving her a withering look. Quite unnecessary, spirits looked withered all the

time, Chandreyi smiled at her own joke. 'I thought you were going to stay back there,' Sraboni said caustically. Quite inconsistently, Chandreyi asked, 'Do you think the key to the problem is economic independence-cum-emotional interdependence?' 'Ask Karl. Karl Marx. The veteran
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philosophically, ' Learn to let go, Chandreyi. Let go. They have moved on.' 'Yes, I must let go. Wish I could get back though, it seemed so much fun down there.' 'Let go, Let go.' Chandreyi murmured and the late night dew-drops that fell on the rose buds in the flower pots on [Arijit]'s

bedroom balcony were the glistening tiny tears that Chandreyi shed for the first time, in her deeply passive spirit life.

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