Tuesday, September 10, 2024
Year : 2, Issue: 36
Part 1
The village folk remembered the moon of that night, and they described it. The day after Mafijuddin Miya of Suhasini and his family were murdered by assailants on a cloudless full moon night in the month of Bhadra, some of the villagers gathered in the compound of Mahir Sarkar’s house. Even though quite some time had gone by, they could not get over their shock at the suddenness of the incident. They sat speechless amidst the smell of cow dung and straw on the long bench in the outer courtyard of Mahir Sarkar’s house and puffed on the flat-bottomed hookah.
The sensory deluge that they felt at the watery sound of the hookah being puffed in the soft and cold light of that dawn seemed to make the previous night’s incident float like a distant nightmare, and references to the moon in everything seemed to become significant to them. They could remember that a gigantic moon had risen the previous evening.
Perhaps there was nothing exceptional in that awakening of the moon; but the incident that took place in the village of Suhasini on that full moon night in the month of Bhadra stunned the villagers; but after that, when they failed to explain and analyse the incident, they speechlessly puffed on the hookah in the courtyard of Mahir Sarkar’s house and all that they kept thinking about was the full moon. Then Torap Ali, who was rapt in the hubble-bubble sound of the hookah and the fragrance of the special tobacco infused with herbs, spoke; he said that last evening, he was bringing home the calf that had been tethered at the edge of the road; he elaborated, At first I didn’t understand, I had a strange sensation in my body, as if I was in a trance-like stupor, there seemed to be dust all around, but the dust had a strange quality, it seemed to be suffused with a hue; I didn’t know what it was, I just knew it must be something; after that when I arrived in front of Miya’s house, I understood what it actually was; Dehi ki myabarir mathabhanga aamgastar dain paash diyya punnimar chan bhaisa uttse, I saw that the full moon was floating up on the right side of the headless mango tree in Miya’s house.
All the villagers remembered that moon, and as they sat in Mahir Sarkar’s courtyard, they said that it had occurred to them that a bloody moon like a decapitated head was rolling over the village. The village folk could not understand why the assailants preferred the luminous full moon night over the darkness of the new moon; they only kept wondering about, and being astonished by, how Mafijuddin Miya could possibly be dead; after all something like this was not supposed to happen, he was supposed to live till he was 111, and they had learnt that he was only 81. While speaking in Mahir Sarkar’s courtyard, Torap Ali,, too got awfully confused about the matter; he said, Aage johon ami myashaaber chul kaittyam tokhon myashaab ekdin amak shei chinno dehaisilo. When I used to cut Miya saheb’s hair, Miya saheb had one day shown me that sign.
Hearing him, the villagers could remember that Torap Ali once used to work as a barber in this village, it was true; later, in the face of constant threats by his wife he changed his profession and opened a small provisions store in the village. Torap Ali said, Long before opening the provisions store, I was cutting Miya saheb’s hair in mid-afternoon under the persimmon tree in Miya saheb’s house; I wrapped a white sheet over Miya saheb, but his arm, from his elbow downwards, was sticking out of the lower end of the sheet; Torap Ali said that after a while, as he was working the scissors speedily, he noticed that Mafijuddin Miya had spread the upturned palm of his right hand on his thigh; he continued, Chandaikona thaikte ami johon chul kaatar kaam shikhi, tokhon ek ostader kase ami manusher haat dekha shikhchilyam.When I learnt hair-dressing while living in Chandaikona, I also learnt how to read people’s hands from a teacher.
Hearing that from Torap Ali, even in that exceptional time, the village folk felt kind of confused, they could not recall whether they had ever heard that the former barber of the village knew astrology; but it was not an apposite time for argument, so despite their confusion they merely gazed at the speaker’s face silently and listened.
Torap Ali said that at that moment he observed an exceptional palm spread out in front of him; looking at the blank faces of the peasants who had gathered in Mahir Sarkar’s courtyard, he explained, My teacher taught me that four things influence a person’s life, one of those is the Sun, after that come the Moon, Mars and Saturn; the calculus of the reign of these four entities lies in one’s hand; if Saturn reigns supreme then the ship of business suffers, pests infest the crop, owls hoot in the darkness, and bad times arrive; but if it is the Sun that reigns, then one’s heart is full of courage and Saturn remains under control; if Mars becomes the king, then all is good; but what happens, Teacher, if the Moon reigns supreme?
I asked him that, and my teacher said, There’s no good or bad there, or it’s both good and bad; when the angels pour the light of the moon on earth, the souls of trees, animals, and birds become still, and the one who enters the kingdom of the moon is unable to say whether he is awake or asleep, it’s as if he merely walks along in a stupor; That was what my teacher had told met; and that day, under the shade of the persimmon tree in the courtyard of Miya’s house, I observed on the upturned palm of Miya saheb’s hand that the reign of the Sun was dominant, but the mound of the Moon on the palm of his hand overpowered that.
Torap Ali said that after observing the lines on Mafijuddin Miya’s palm on that long-ago afternoon, he had turned terribly restless. Because, said Torap Ali, The lines on a human hand descend from the fingers towards the wrist, but the lines on Mafijuddin Miya’s hand were knotted together somewhere near his wrist and from this knot, lines like three strings of twine ran down towards the fingers and fell into the hollow between the little finger and the ring finger, the ring finger and the middle finger, and the middle finger and the index finger.
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