to me at intervals, but we did not get far beyond questions and answers. "Could I sing?" "Did I read poetry?" "What poet was my favourite?" "How long did I expect to remain at my sister's?"
In return I expressed my admiration of his song, and most sincere I was when I expressed it. Possibly he was pleased, for he replied, "I do not know many Bengali songs, I see I must learn them now."
This was the only remark I heard him make that seemed agreeable to me; I thought he spoke sincerely then.
After dinner he sang again,
"Alas, we met
When moon and stars had faded,
Spring-time had fled and flowers withered lay.
Garland in hand through the dark night I awaited
The bridegroom who would come when all was bright and gay.
Then the house would be filled with fragrance and soft music,
And the mellow flute the tune of Sahana[1] would play."
The song was over, but to me it was unfinished, something was left out. I was charmed but not satisfied.
- ↑ The tune played at weddings.
