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SUNDRI
by Bhai Sahib Bhai Vir Singh |

Translation by
Bimal Kaur
PART XV
In
the village where the Khatris wife was held captive, the people were busy with their daily chores.
There was an air of festivity in the Nawabs palace,
where he sat in the 'Diwan Khana', surrounded by a number of minor officials and hangers -
on. A variety of dishes were kept heaped with delicious snacks and foods, while whisky
glasses were being passed around.
In the ladies section also there was the hub-bub of activity. Richly
dressed and bejeweled wives of the Nawab were sitting on a beautiful Turkish carpet. The
Nawab had a number of wives, each more beautiful than the other. While the whole group
laughed and chatted, one of them sat quietly, looking extremely unhappy. Though she too
was dressed in rich silks and Jewels, she looked like a scared mynah bird imprisoned in a
golden cage. At times she cried quietly, the tears dripping down her cheeks, her body
shaken by deep sobs. The others tried to make her talk but she refused to look up or
respond in anyway. One of them, feeling some pity said, "Leave her alone. She is
still new, but soon she too will get used to all this."
Just then the maids brought in silver and gold plates laden with a
variety of foods. Spreading a cloth or dastarkhan' on the carpet they placed all the
platters on it. Saying 'Bis millah' the women began to eat. They tried to make the woman
eat as well, but she refused and continued to weep. This infuriated the "Begums"
who were ready to beat her when, one of them said 'Dont get angry, sisters. She
can't help herself. Remember when I was captured and brought here, how unhappy I was and
look at me now," and she smiled contentedly.
The Begums forgot their anger but insisted that the woman must be
made to eat something at least. Holding her downs they tried to pour some curry into her
mouth. The woman resisted screaming, "Oh Lord Shiva, save me!"
Hearing the commotion the Nawab rushed upstairs stumbling a little
as he had drunk quite a lot. He took in the situation at a glance. Roughly pushing his
wives aside and cursing loudly he grabbed the weeping womans hand and pulled her out
on to the terrace. His breath was reeking of liquor and the woman was sure that her
modesty was about to be outraged. Desperately, he looked around for a way to escape even
if it meant jumping off the roof. . . .
Continued to Part 16 .



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