The love story of Mandakini.

The love story of mandakini

There is a disobedient love that awaits him in a strange arrangement, and his philosophy is fair, but when his arrival is not only unexpected but inconvenient, he sits across from Tribhuvan.

Mandakini was also involved in such events. As long as he smells the fragrance of the first youth in his life like a blooming vine, the flute of the future forest rings in the corner of his mind, like the sound of a cuckoo in the whisper of Benukunj, he can see the most direct image of his beloved in his imagination.

Long white body, wavy curly hair, rainbow-adapted earth twin, beautiful combination of soft and hard forehead, Bankim's neck, flute-like nose on the underside of Bhuban Velana. Sometimes it sounds like thunder, sometimes it reminds me of Kalnadini Srotasbini. Sometimes in white dhoti sheets, sometimes in neat grey westerns that are shabby.

There is no record of how much honey this mandakini ever spilled into the ears of this terrific man Mansala, either on a moonlit night at Bijan Benukunj or in the dim light of the living room on a rainy night.

Finally one day, Mandakini's slightly trembling left hand slowly raised to the earlobe, opened six boxes of blue velvet, put on a star-studded diamond ring, Mandakini's red lips... Mandakini couldn't imagine more. Also, it makes him tremble so badly that he can't sleep at night. Needless to say, during all these thrilling events, Mandakini used to wear a proper blue saree, Senali her area.

Sadly, such a good-looking man has forever begun to avoid Mandakini's eager gaze. No matter how many rainy nights, how many moonlit nights start to fail. In the end, Mandakini disappointed her a lot in her pursuit of her rare ideal. Cut a few inches from the length of his well-proportioned body, with a touch of green in his radiance, and not let his beard end, (for who doesn't know that in the realm of piety, the beard doesn't move. The realm of love) A little about his beard. Generosity brought him almost to his normal level. Yet its direction has not been found.

In the heart of a gentle woman, there are so many treasures for him, but if he is not there, knowing that he has no sympathy, he will ruthlessly send her away from the beloved throne. In your head, you don't even hesitate to call him an idiot. However, sometimes on lonely nights, he also had doubts in his heart, and the empty throne cried out in the dark.

However, time began to pass and Mandakini started stealing honey bit by bit from her young age. Mandakini also did not slack off for so long, gradually mastering many arts and many fine arts.

Her original silver jewelry gradually became a sign of seasoned elegance. She is neither beautiful nor ugly. There is something between the two, the sweetness of which is not only visible to the naked eye, but also to be explored with the heart.

Over time, there is an intense intensity in his words, mannerisms, decorations, and even in the poet's compositions, his sweetness is more bitter than sweet. The sun-colored wine will dissipate after a long time. The sound of the wheels of tomorrow's chariot began to ring in his ears.

When there is zero threat to life, the Mandakini also has wisdom. He removes all unrequited love from the feet of an unborn person and places it on objects that are easy to grasp. Negative thinking about objects began to fascinate him mysteriously. They don' t seduce Mandakini in such a way that when they desire things, when they desire things, their hearts become rough and materialistic. He loves ancient and modern paintings, manuscripts, utensils, embroidery, hand-painted curtains, embroidered stools and more.

Mei has such magical powers, whoever buys her with money also takes her to Nakshatra. Whatever is beautiful, beauty is its success. He no longer needs any qualities. She is Nayananda. If he expects more, his mature good looks risk becoming a pointless luxury. Not everyone knows how to enjoy beauty. But Mandakini knew. So his repeatedly frustrated heart has not turned into a desert, but can always find a new source of juice.

The needless and leisurely pursuit of the beautiful admirer of the evil Saturn Mandagini took her away one day. Mandakini no longer worships beauty as much as then, packing her beauty supplies around as if to gain mastery and head to Darjeeling. Mandakini sat neatly in Darjeeling , looked around, and saw rows of rhododendron trees in the Himalayas, but none of them stretched out to the red garland of the proud branches. Rows of palm trees line the hillside, but their slender shade is out of reach. White clouds have formed in the valley below and cannot be reached.

On the one hand, he had bathed in the river, on the other hand, his heart turned into water if he wanted to; on the other hand, it was foggy. But this beauty is objective, it can't be pulled to the lap like Mandakini's Jaipuri Chowki. On the contrary, if you look at it for a long time, there will be a selfless Dharma.

It was at this point that the world became trivial for Mandakini. He found Dr. Chatterjee's little house one dark night. Mandakini's heart was captivated by the speed with which the house stood on a small unpaved piece of land in the hills, to be honest , kind of hollow, caught between leha and bricks in a very dangerous way, with Strong opposition to the gravity of the testimony of the force.

In an instant, the color of the earth changed in his eyes. He stared at the forest in the distance, stood on tiptoe, spread his wings and flew like a bird, closed the fan again, and returned to Kura.

Mandakini has seen with his own eyes the color of years of torrential rain, surrounded by a pale green glass curtain, a six-story house. The dusty Manamemahini wooden staircase is visible behind the broken glass. The palm trees on the west side cast shadows on the wall.

Chrysanthemum trees, geranium trees along the front landscape, and evening primroses and violets on their edges. A flower that is not blooming anywhere is doubtful whether it will bloom. People didn't respond.

This empty house instantly swallowed Mandagini's heart. He forgot his master-like seriousness, opened the door, and entered without authorization. And standing on the most unforgivable toe, he saw dust on the mattresses in the old and beautiful furniture as the curtains cracked.

Then that house fascinated him. Over time, he forgot the sadness of his cooking. A busy day seems unbearable. In the afternoon, he would find himself near the colorful house.

Day after day, week after week. Mandagini wiped the house on the table in his mind, sent the old green curtains to Barper's house, and put the new curtains on the new body. Dust off antique furniture, renovate gardens and plant flowers carefully. He even put the flowers in a flat vase made of porcelain cho.

Suddenly one day, Mandakini did an incredible thing in her mind. That fictional man has been buying an electric light for a long time. Making up his mind, he went there in the afternoon, opened the door, and stopped by pressing the doll as soon as he entered.

Half-dirty gray breeches, a blue shirt with a neckline and a black fur vest are watering a dead flower with paint. An old pipe to the right of his mouth, apparently he hasn't shaved in three days. The smell of unclean oil wafted from the kitchen window.

The man took the pipe out of his mouth and put down the grate in his hand. A black woman in her thirties, with her hands on the gate, was chopping things like a cane. As soon as he approached, he said in a slightly embarrassed tone: "I'm angry. Dr. Chatterjee said, 'His identity is based on the condition of the house and garden, I see. So Mandakini was a little angry, Started. Watering the tree that Dr. Chatterjee had watered, with the help of jasharikhana in her reddish eyes. Dr. Chatterjee put the tube in his mouth again, and happily picked up a pair of pruned trees Scissors.

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Thus, a gulf is created between the mind of the mandakini and the mind of the mandakini. In Dr. Chatterjee, Nayan Ravin displayed no qualities that would attract the slightest attention. Did not even see the slightest desire to attract. The shady reputation of a far-flung metropolis has something to do with his name. Mandakini doesn't know the history of the old sweetheart she dreamed of when she was young.

Whether he was rich or poor, whether he was working or staying at home, he didn't need to know such trivial information; as soon as he saw it, he put the necklace around his neck without hesitation. But his questioning of Dr Chatterjee was not over. After a month of endless patience and a thorough renovation of all six gardens, Mandakini knew she was forty years old, unmarried, anti-religious, but no doubt about the presence of God, five feet ten An inch, reluctant to disclose her weight.

Drawing on various feminine techniques, Mandakini used him to paint a new galapia curtain, paint the doors and windows green and white, and put a cherry blossom pen next to the gate.

And so the dream of Mandakini began to bloom like a flower. Suddenly one night, Mandakini found a snake entering the Garden of Eden. Who is a very young woman, with a thin body wrapped in a green georgette sari, black curly hair with a unique style, leaning on Dr. Chatterjee's shoulders, her reddish lips relaxed slightly, looking at the Himalayas. . Sweetness spread from her whole body.

that's it. But Mandakini's heart was broken. He hurried back from there. In her mind, the girl paired her green georgette dress to create a green space that neither the tearful eyes of the Mandakini nor the owner of the six-story building could see .

This is the first jealousy in Mandakini's heart. Near his green square, the whole world becomes poisonous. Desperate irritability is strongest where there is no demand, because there is no cure.

Mandakini condemned himself hundreds of times. He has no reason to obey. Whichever of his guests came to Dr. Chatterjee's house, what about Mandakini? But Darjeeling's frost still entered my heart. His agonizing rain never found any tenderness in the beauty of the Himalayas piling up, not even today.

After a week of unanswered introspection, Mandakini approached Dr Chatterjee again. And he has no fear, the mind wears his armor. Falling into the abyss of despair, he could see Allah's lines again in his eyes. She is the indifferent moon, cold and beautiful.

Mandakini therefore boldly approaches Dr. Chatterjee with abandoned glory in the eyes. He saw that the doors and windows were not opened, and the flowers were not watered. Anxiety hangs over the sad mind. There is no obligation to seek benefits for those who can be abandoned.

Madakini walked up the stairs tremblingly and saw Shabir open the curtains of the room, close the windows, and dust the chairs and the books on the table, the books on the dresser, the books on the armchair, the books under the armchair, the bedside table Top book sides, book backs, floor books, floor books Rushdish and English books.

Dr Chatterjee also appeared on Ragpandu's face, covered with a brown blanket over the spring-filled bed. Mandakini was speechless with excitement. Dr. Chatterjee dropped the Medici Hana from his hands and looked at it with joy.

Mandagini remained speechless. In his experience, there is no proud person in his heart, nor the slightest affection. Mandakini was very upset. But with his impulsive mind, it was the uncleanness of the house, not the despair, that immediately embarrassed him. He went to the mirror, fixed his hair first, and then concentrated on fixing the mirror with his handkerchief.