It seemed the famous ‘Chowdhury House’ of South Kolkata was quiet today…… the mature couple Supriya & Sushovan was still asleep. But suddenly Supriya jumped up in acute fear… which made her husband waking up too in a harsh as he looked at her face surprisingly. She was soaking wet in perspiration…. the Satan accusing her for her infidelity.
“What’s the matter, darling?” Sushovan asked.
She was dreaming the same fearful incident for the last last three days. She didn’t tell that particular dream to her husband….. thinking it a normal dream at first. But when it appeared three days consecutively, she couldn’t help herself anymore…. as she burst out in tears. Her husband tried to soothe her….. console her….. taking her in his loving embrace…. and that made her to open herself.
“I think you should talk about this with our well-wisher, our family-priest,” Her husband advised her.
“B… b…u…tt, you know it’s so embarrassing,” Supriya felt herself confused.
“I don’t think so….. I’m sure he would understand it’s significance and consequences,” He tried to persuade her.
“OK….. as you say….. but will you go with me?”
“It’s a serious and sensitive matter…. you should talk with him by yourself.”
So, next morning she went out for ‘Maa Saradashram’ with shaky legs….. her heart was thumping like a novice examinee….. the faces of her two children, son-in-law, relatives, friends flashing in her mind. Oh God! What an embarrassing situation it might be if they ever got to know the truth.
Her only son Suman, a shy young and introvert agent of an Insurance company went out to visit with one of his policy holders early in the morning and wouldn’t be home soon. Although her beautiful married daughter was arrived yesterday on occasion of the Bengal’s great festival ‘Durgapuja’, her son-in-law wouldn’t be able to come on account of participating in the national level cricket match.
So, the great religious minded mother of two Supriya Chowdhury proceeded to ‘Maa Saradashram’ alone by herself…. mulling over the issue in her mind but couldn’t seem to get anywhere. On her way she remembered it was Thursday….. a special day for prayer….. almost all the disciples would arrive there and she must not be missed.
Although the large ‘Ashram’.….. protected by a high-rise fencing…. a place, just one km away from her house, she couldn’t attend the daily ‘Puja & Prayer’….. hold in the early morning and evening in the ‘Ashram’ because of her irregular shooting schedule. But today, she had enough time and thought she might find some answers there…. which were constantly irritating her mind for the last few days.
However before going there she quietly and quickly took a bath in the sacred river ‘The Ganges’ and dressed herself in a red-bordered white Saree with a white blouse, she used only for her ‘Puja & Prayer’ and left the house without waking her still sleeping daughter and husband.
She slipped into the back of the ‘Ashram’ just to avoid the rush when she could hear a shooting religious song….. singing in chorus…. and making the atmosphere a heavenly one. As she entered the large worship-room, she saw at least fifty devotees praying with the the great priest Swami Nityananda Maharaj.