When this girl was named Subhasini, who would have thought that she was actually mute? Her two sisters were named Subhasini and Subhasini. To make the names similar, her father named his youngest daughter Subhasini. For convenience, everyone calls her Subha.
Her two sisters both lost money and finally got married as usual. Now the youngest daughter is like a heavy burden on her parents' hearts. Everyone seemed to think that she could neither speak nor feel; and they talked freely in her presence of her future and of their own sorrows. She had known since she was a child that God had sent her to her father's house like a disaster, so she always stayed away from the crowd and tried to find ways to stay aside. As long as they could forget about her, she thought she could endure anything. But who can forget pain? Her parents' hearts ached for her day and night. Her mother, in particular, simply regarded her as a physical disability. For a mother, her daughter is the most intimate part of herself than her son; her daughter's problems are the source of her own shame. Subha's father Banikonda loved her more than any other daughter; but her mother hated her as much as she hated the stain on her body.
Although Suba lacks the ability to speak, she does not lack a pair of big black eyes with long eyelashes. Whatever was in her mind, her lips trembled like a leaf to reflect it.
When we express our thoughts in words, the words are not easy to find and must go through a translation process, which is often inaccurate, so we make mistakes. But these dark eyes needed no translation; the thought itself was reflected in them. In the eyes, thoughts are open or closed, emitting light or disappearing into darkness, hanging still like the setting moon, or lighting up the vast sky like lightning flashes. Those who throughout their lives have had no language except the trembling of their lips, learn the language of the eyes, which are endless in expression, as deep as the sea, as clear as the sky, dawn and dusk, light and shadow, are Play freely here. The mute has the solitary majesty of "nature." So the other children were almost afraid of Suba and never played with her. She was as silent and lonely as midnight.
The village where she lives is called Changjipo. The river in this village is considered small in Bangladesh. It only flows in a narrow area, like a middle-class daughter. This busy water never overflows, but flows peacefully, as if it were a member of every household in the villages along its banks. Both sides of the river are lined with homes and tree-shaded banks. The goddess of the river stepped down from her throne and became the goddess of flowers in every garden; she selflessly performed her endless blessings with agile and cheerful steps.
Banikonda's house is close to the river. Passing boatmen can see the huts and haystacks in this place. I wonder whether, among all the things that represented worldly wealth, anyone noticed this little girl, when she had finished her work, she slipped away to the water's edge and sat there. Here, "nature" satisfies her desire to speak and speaks for her. The murmur of the stream, the voices of the villagers, the singing of the boatman, the singing of birds, and the rustling of leaves were all blended with her heartbeat. They became huge waves of sound, beating against her restless mind. The whispers and movements of "nature" are the language of this mute woman; the words of the dark eyes covered by long eyelashes are the language of the world around her. From the chirping tree to the silent stars, there are only gestures, gestures, tears and sighs. In the hot noon, the boatmen and fishermen went to eat, the villagers were taking a nap, the birds were silent, the ferry was idle, the vast and busy world stopped from work, and suddenly turned into a lonely and serious giant. At this time Under the fascinating vast sky, there are only the wordless "nature" and a wordless girl, sitting extremely calmly - one under the radiant sunshine, the other in the shade of a small tree .
But Suba doesn’t have no friends. In the cowshed there are two cows, Sabasi and Banguli. They never heard her call their names, but they heard her footsteps. Although she could not speak, she murmured lovingly, and they understood that her soft murmurs spoke much more deeply than any words could. When she caressed them, scolded them, or coaxed them, they knew her better than people knew her. Suba often came to the cowshed and hugged Sabasi's neck; she would often rub her cheek against her friend, and Banguli would turn his big kind eyes to look at her and lick her face. The girl visited them three times a day as usual, in addition to occasional visits. She came to see her mute friend whenever she heard something that upset her. It was as if they could feel her mental pain from her gloomy eyes. They came closer and gently rubbed her arms with their horns, trying to comfort her in a silent and helpless way. Besides the two cows there were several goats and a kitten; although they expressed the same attachment, Subha's friendship for them was different. No matter day or night, whenever the opportunity arose, the kitten would jump into her arms and doze peacefully, hypnotizing her while Suba stroked its neck and back with her soft fingers. Very appreciated.
In Advanced Animals, Suba also has a partner, but it is difficult to describe the relationship between this girl and him, because he can talk, and his speaking talent does not make them have the same relationship. language. He is the youngest son of Gonsay, named Prada, and he is a lazy man. After much effort, his parents decided that he would never have any hope of living independently. But prodigals also have an advantage: although their families dislike them, they are always popular with others. Because they are not tied to work, they become public property. Just like every town needs an open space so that everyone can breathe freely, a village also needs two or three leisurely people who can spend time with others. Therefore, if we are too lazy to work and want a companion , such people can be found.
Prada loves fishing the most. He spent a lot of time at this and could be seen fishing almost every afternoon. Therefore he often met Subha. No matter what he does, he likes to have company. And when fishing, a silent partner is the best thing. Prada respected Subha for her silence, and since everyone called her Subha, he called her Su to show his affection for her. Jinba always sat under an acacia tree, and Prada sat a little further away, casting down his fishing line. Prada brought some konjac sauce, and Suba mixed it for him. I think she had been sitting there watching, fervently hoping to be of great help to Prada, to be of some real use to him, to prove by any means that she was not a useless person in the world. But there's really nothing to do here. She then prayed to the "Creator" to give her an extraordinary power, and used an astonishing miracle to make Prada exclaim: "Ouch! I really didn't expect that our Su will be so capable!"
Think about it! If Suba was a water goddess, she might float slowly out of the river and carry the gem from the snake king's head to the ferry. At that time, Prada might give up this unproductive fishing life, jump to the Crystal Palace, and see that the person on the golden bed in the Silver Palace was none other than the little mute Subha, the child of Banikonda! Yes, our Su, the only daughter of the king of this jeweled city. But maybe not, it's impossible. It was not that anything was truly impossible, it was just that Subha was not born in the court of Pattap, but in the family of Banikonda, and there was no way for her to surprise the Konsai children. ①It means "the underworld".
She gradually grew up, and gradually began to understand herself. A new indescribable consciousness, like the tide in the heart of the sea, rolled through her heart when the moon was full. She saw herself and asked herself, but none of the answers she got was intelligible to her.
Once, late at night under a full moon, she slowly opened the door and peeked out shyly. "Nature" in the full moon season, like lonely Suba, is looking down at the sleeping earth. Her strong, youthful life throbbed in her: joy and sorrow filled her body; she reached the edge of her own infinite loneliness and even crossed it.
Her heart was heavy, and she couldn't express it! Beside this silent and sad "mother" stands a silent and sad daughter.
Her marital problems made her father very worried and anxious. People blame them and even talk about kicking them out. Banikonda was wealthy; they ate Galli fish twice a day; therefore he had many enemies. Later the women also intervened and Banikonda went out for a few days. Soon he came back and said: "We must go to Calcutta."
They were going to that unfamiliar place. Suba's heart was as heavy as a foggy morning, and she began to cry.
The nameless terror accumulated in these days made her follow her parents like a silent animal. Her eyes were wide open, searching their faces, as if trying to detect something. But they didn't say a word. One afternoon, when Prada was fishing, he laughed: "Su, they have found a groom for you after all, and you are going to get married! Don't forget me completely." !" Then he concentrated on fishing again. Like a wounded doe looking at a hunter, Subha looked at Prada in silent anguish, as if to say: "Have I offended you?" That day she no longer sat under her tree. . Banikonda had taken a nap and was smoking in his bedroom. Subha sat down at his feet, stared at him, and suddenly burst into tears. Banikonda tried his best to comfort her, and his face was stained with tears.
They decided to go to Calcutta tomorrow. Subha went to the cowshed to say goodbye to her childhood companion. She fed them with her hands; she hugged their necks; she looked at their faces, and the tears that rolled down spoke for her. This night is the night of the tenth. Subha walked out of her house and threw herself on the grass by her beloved river. She seemed to reach out her arms to embrace the earth - her strong, silent mother. She wanted to say: "Don't let me leave you, mother. Hold me tight as I hold you."
One day at her home in Calcutta, Subha's mother dressed her up. She tied up her hair, knotted it with gauze, put jewelry on her, and tried every means to spoil her natural beauty. Subha's eyes filled with tears.
Her mother was afraid that her eyes would become swollen from crying, so she scolded her severely, but her tears kept flowing. The groom brought a friend for a blind date. Her parents were so frightened that they almost fainted when they saw the god coming to choose the sacrifice.
Before sending her to a blind date, her mother lectured her loudly in the room, making her cry twice as much. After the adult looked at her carefully for a while, he commented: "Not bad."
He particularly noticed her tears and thought she must have a gentle heart. He counted this as her strength, that is to say, this heart is sad to leave her parents now, and it must be a useful thing in the future. Like clam beads, the child's tears only increased her value, and he had no other opinion.
They checked the almanac and held their wedding on an auspicious day. After handing over their mute daughter to others, Suba's father went home. Thank God! Their caste in this life and safety in the next life are guaranteed! The groom worked in the West, and soon after the marriage, he took his wife away.
In less than ten days, everyone knew that the bride was mute! At least, if anyone didn't know, it wasn't her fault because she wasn't deceiving anyone. Her eyes told everything, even though no one understood her. She looked at everyone's hands and was speechless; she missed the faces she had known since childhood, the faces of those who could understand the language of a mute girl. In her silent heart, there was a continuous silent cry that only the "seeker of the soul" could hear.
Her master used both ears and eyes to make another careful inspection. This time he not only used his eyes, but also his ears to examine carefully, and he married a wife who could talk.