Munshi premchand stories||Actress||

Actress

‌Theater's curtain collapses.  Taradevi, playing the part of Shakuntala, was standing in front of Dushyant in a fiery, angry, angry, anguished and contemptuous, audience - ignoring the rules of old chivalry and rushing towards the stage like a maniac, and on the feet of Taradevi  Fell down.  The whole stage was flooded with flowers, ornaments started to rain.  If at that moment Maneka's plane would not have come down and blown it, then it would have probably become the life of ten or five men in that shock.  The manager immediately came and thanked the audience for the quality and promise, and promised that it would be a spectacle again the next day.  Then the excitement of the people calmed down.  But at that time a young man stood still.  He was tall, had a bright posture, a kundan color, a deity's form, a formed body, a light was emerging from his face. 

                                                           

He looked like a prince .  When all the audience went out, he asked the manager - can I meet Tara Devi for a moment?  Manger said with the same disregard - No.  Sorry  It is against the rules.  The young man did not say anything else, got down from the stage disappointed and wanted to go out, the manager asked - Wait, your card?  The young man took out a piece of paper from the pocket and wrote something and gave it.  I saw the part with a flying eye, Kunwar Nirmalkant Chaudhary, OBE.  The stern posture of the manger became tender.  Kunwar Nirmal Kant - the city's greatest nobles and talukdars, bright gems of literature, accomplished masters of music, high-scholar scholars, eight-million-year-old nafedars, whose donations ran the number of institutions in the country - this time of a petty applicant  there is time .  Were standing  The manager was ashamed of his neglect.  Said in humble words, please do me a great crime.  I take Tuzur's card with Tara Devi right now.  Punwar Sahab gestured to him to stop and said, 'No, let it be now, I will come tomorrow at five o'clock.  Tara Devi will suffer this.  This manager of his rest, 'I believe that he will bear so much suffering for your sake, I will come in a minute.  But after giving his introduction, Kunwar Saheb was now forced to put a check on his temper.  I thanked the gentleman to Manzar and left, promising to come tomorrow.  Tara was sitting in a clean and adorned room in front of the table, engrossed in thoughts.  That night scene was dancing in front of his eyes.  Do you come again and again in such days in life?  How many people were getting worried for his visions, just, they were torn on each other.  To some he had turned down by the feet, 'Yes, had turned it down.  But in that group, only one divinity stood unmistakably.  What a serious affection in his eyes, how determined!  It seemed as if both his eyes were piercing his heart.

                      Whether or not that man will be seen today, who knows?  But if he appeared today, Tara did not go without talking to him once.  Thinking he looked towards the mirror, the face looked like a lotus flower.  Who could have said that this newly developed flower has seen thirty-five spring springs.  That slaughter, that softness, that agility, that melody could make any newborn feel ashamed.  Tara once again lit a lamp of love in her heart.  Twenty years before today, he once had a bitter experience of love.  Since then she has lived a kind of legal life.  How many lovers wanted to offer his heart to him, but he did not even look at anyone with an eye.  He smelled treachery in their love.  But ah!  Today his restraint went out of his hand.  Once again he experienced the same sweet anguish in his heart that had happened twenty years earlier.  The gentle form of a man settled in his eyes, drawn to the heart.  She could not forget him at all .  Had he seen the same man on the motor, perhaps Uther would not have even meditated.  But seeing her with the gift of love in front of her, she could not stand still.  Suddenly the midwife came and said, 'Baiji, everything of the night is kept, so what should I bring?  Tara said, 'No, there is no need to bring anything to me, but wait, what are the things.  'A lar - ka - ler hai to baiji, to what is counted,' are asharfis, butches, hair pins, buttons, locket features - all are there.  There is a beautiful necklace in a small box.  I have not seen that defeat till date.  Everything is kept in the box.  "Okay, bring that box to me."  'Bringing the babysitter's chest and put it on the table.  Meanwhile, a boy brought a letter and gave it to Tara.  Tara saw the letter with his eyes, 'Kunwar Nirmalkant, OBE.  Asked the boy, 'who gave this letter.  Not so, who was wearing silk safa?  The boy only said, 'The manager has given it.  And he rushed out .  The first thing visible in the chest was a box .  Tara opened it when there was a beautiful necklace of true pearls.  There was also a card on one side in the box.  Tara leaped out and read it, 'Kunwar Nirmalkant ...!  The card slipped out of his hand and fell down .  She quickly got up from the chair and stood in front of the manger crossing several rooms and verandas with great speed.  Manger stood up and welcomed him and said, 'I congratulate you on the success of the night.  Tara asked standing, 'Kunwar Nirmalkant what is out there?  The boy ran away after giving the letter .  I could not ask her Kum.  'Kunwar Sahab's rook was found only after you left the night.  "Then why did you send it to me at that time?  'The manager said to the suppressed tongue,' I thought, you must have been resting, it was not appropriate to suffer.  And brother, the obvious thing is that I was afraid, do not let Kunwar Sahib lose you by joining you.  If I were a woman, I would have followed them at the same time.  I have never seen such a male form. 

                       

He is standing in front of you wearing a silk headdress.  You also saw  As if Tara said in the state of insomnia, "Yes, I saw it," will he come again?  'Ho, big rich' at five o'clock in the evening.  He is a very learned man, and most of this city will not come to rehearsal today.  'Kunwar saheb must be coming.  Tara is sitting in front of the mirror and the midwife is adorning her.  Used to decorate.  Poets, painters and rasikas tied the dignity of Shringar.  Kajal was lazy for the eyes, Mehdi for the hands, Mahavar for the feet.  One part was designated for each ornament.  Today heThere was no practice.  Today every Ramani adorns with his taste, intelligence and comparative spirit.  His beauty can reach the limit of attractiveness in some way, that is his ideal.  Tara was proficient in this art.  She had been in this company for fifteen years and she had spent all her life playing with the lust of men.  Who could have done more in this art than kissing, kissing, smiling, kissing, shaving hair.  Today he chose mites - tried and tested arrows came out of the tarkus, and when he adorned his weapons, he came to know about the blessing in the temple, as if all the melody of the world is taking his ropes.  She was standing near the table looking at the card of Kunwar Saheb, but her ears were towards the sound of the motor.  The force wanted Chumbar sahib to come at this time and see him standing by this style.  With this view, he could see the full image of its incarnations.  He had conquered Kaal with his decoration.  Who could have said that this fickle newborn has reached that stage, when the heart desires peace, he becomes anxious for an ashram, and his pride bowed his head before humility?  Tara Devi did not have to wait long.  Kunwar Sahab was probably more eager to meet him.  His motor sound came after ten minutes.  Tara recovered.  Kunwar sahib entered the room in a moment.  

Tara also forgot to join hands for courtesy.  Even in adulthood, the passion and inattention of love does not diminish.  She stood with her head bowed like a young woman.  Kumbar saheb fell on his neck as soon as he saw.  This pearl necklace, which he had presented on the night, was shining.  Kunwar Sahab never enjoyed so much.  He felt as if for a moment that all the wishes of his life were fulfilled.  Said, 'I have given you so much trouble this morning, sorry.  This must be the time for you to take rest ?  Tara handled the sari slipping from her head and said, 'What could have been more relaxed than that you had darshan.  I thank you more for this gift.  Will you keep meeting now and then?  Nirmalkant smiled and said, 'Sometimes not everyday.  You may not like to meet me, but once I will bow my head on this deodorant.  Tara also smiled and replied, 'Until the moment any new item of entertainment is seen?  Why?  'To me it is not a matter of recreation, but a question of life and death.  Yes, you can understand it as humor, but no care.  If my life goes out for your entertainment too, I will consider my life successful.   You promise to fulfill this love from both sides, then both of them had breakfast and yesterday, Kunwar Saheb left by offering food.  A month passed .  Kunwar Saheb used to come many times a day.  Even a small moment of separation was too unbearable to them .  Sometimes both used to take a tour of the river on the barge, sometimes sit in the parry on the green grass, sometimes sing and play, new programs were made every day.  It was famous in the whole city that Tarabai trapped Kubar Saheb and the property is falling apart with both hands.  But Kumbar saheb's love for Tara was such a property, in front of which the wealth of the world was rich.  Seeing them in front of him, he did not desire anything.  But even after wandering in this love market for a month, Tara did not find the item for which her soul was being gluttonous.  She used to listen to the love of Kunwar Saheb, the love of Atar and Atul, the words of true and honest love, but the word of marriage could not come in it, as if the thirsty gets everything except water in the market.  Such a thirst can be satisfied with anything but water?  After quenching thirst, it is possible, and he is interested in things, but for thirsty water, the most valuable thing is water.  She knew that Kunwar Saheb would give up his life at her behest, but why the talk of marriage was not with his word.  Emanates?  Was it possible to write a letter about this subject and say your intention?  Then does he want to keep it as a mere object of humor?  This insult will not be endured by him.  At the behest of Kunwar, she could jump into the fire, but this insult was unbearable for her.  A few days before this she would have stayed with a fanatical nobleman for a couple of months and would find her way by scratching it.  But love is the revenge of love, she could not lead this shameless life with Kunwar Saheb.  Kumbar Saheb's brother - Banyu was also not very guilty, he wanted to somehow get him out of Tarabai's claws.  Somewhere, the marriage of Kumbar saheb was the only way to hope for success and this is what they did.  He was not afraid that Kumbar Saheb would marry this actress.  Yes, it was necessary that some part of the princely state should be given in his name, or make his upcoming children the owner of the princely state.  There was pressure on Kunwar Saheb from all around.  Even the European authorities advised him to get married.  On that evening, Kunwar Sahib went to Tarabai and said, 'Tara, I tell you one thing, do not deliberate.  Tara's heart started bouncing.  Said, 'Say, what's the matter?  What is the thing that I consider myself blessed by offering you? Checkmate was late.  Tara accepted and fell at the feet of Futur Sahab crying in Sonmad's condition.  After a few moments Tara said, 'I was disappointed.  You have done a long test.  Mr. Kunwar pressed his tongue under his teeth, as if he had heard something inappropriate.  'Tara is not the point.  If I had believed that you would accept my plea, perhaps on the very first day I would have spread my hands for alms, but I could not find myself worthy of you.  You are the mine of virtues, and you know what I am.  I had decided that I would continue to worship you all over them.  May you ever be happy and give me a boon without asking for it.  That was my wish.  If I have any quality, then I love you.  When I start expressing my views on literature or music or religion, then I am stunned.  I wonder why Mara does not go crazy in this time of happiness.  Mr. Kumbar kept talking about his heart for a long time.  He was never this magniloquent before !  Tara used to listen with bowed head, but instead of Anand, there was a kind of grace on her face, 'Sajja se met'.  This man is such a simple heart, so honest.  So gracious, generous!  Suddenly, Kumbar Saheb said, 'Then what day will my fortune rise, Tara?  Do not avoid pity for many days.  Tara, defeated by the ease of Kunwar Saheb, said in a worried voice, 'What will the law do?  Kumbar saheb replied promptly, 'Be certain about this, Tara, I have asked the lawyers.  There is a law, according to which we and you can bind in a love-formula.  Civilize him.  That day, that auspicious time will come, why?  Tara kept looking downwards .  Could not speak  'I will come in the morning.  to be ready .  'Kumbar saheb went away, but Tara remained seated like the idol.  Why has a clever woman playing with the heart of men become so lost.  O is one more day of marriage.  Tara is getting congratulations from all around.  All the men and women of the theater have given good gifts to him according to his ability.  Kunwar Saheb has also sent a Singaradan decorated with jewelery. Two or four of his intimate friends have sent gifts like that, but Tara's beautiful face does not even show the line of joy.  He is intelligent and sad.  This question has been arising continuously in his mind for four days, 'Should he betray Kumbar?  The love of which the god gave his total dignity to him, broke the ties with his brothers, whose heart is as immaculate as a snowflake, huge like a mountain, to be treacherous!  No, she can't be so mean.  In her life, she had shown love to so many youths, she had shown a lot of love to the gardeners, but never had such a dilemma in her mind, never had her heart been despised by her.  Was the reason for anything other than this that he did not get such a charm!  Can she make Kunwar Saheb's life happy?  Yes, Avashya was not even suspicious about this subject.  What is such an object for devotion, which is incurable, but can it deceive nature?  What kind of light can there be in the waning sun?  Impossible.  That elation, this agility, that humor, this simple image, this immersion, that sacrifice, not that, no matter how much he wants, but cannot make Kumbar Saheb's life happy.  The old bull can never walk with a young calf.  Ahh !  Why did he let that happen in first place ?  Why did he throw Kunwar out of artificial singar by artificial means?  Now when all this is done, with which mouth will she say that I am a colored doll, when I was young, I have left only her footprint.  It was twelve in the night.  Tara was sitting in front of the table in these funeral pyre.  There were heaps of goodies on the table, but she did not even look at anything with eyes.  Just four days ago she used to die on these things, she was always looking for such things which could erase the signs of time, but now she is hated by those things.  Love is truth, 'and both truth and falsehood cannot coexist.  Tara thought why not run away from here?  Go to some place where no one knows.  When Kunwar gets married after a few days, he comes again to meet her and narrate all the accounts to her.  At this time there will be a thunderclap on the Kunwar, 'Hi!  Don't know what their condition will be, but there is no other way for it.  Now her days will stop crying, but no matter how sad she is, she cannot cheat with her sweetheart.  For him the memory of this heavenly love, its anguish is enough.  No more than this.  The midwife came and said, 'Baiji, let's have some food.  It is now twelve o'clock.  Tara said, 'No, there is no hunger at all.  You go and eat.  Dai, 'Look, I will not forget.  I will also accompany you.  Tara will give off, 'Tara has got good clothes made, Bai,' Hey Bai Ji, what do I have to do with good clothes?  You left some of your byes.  Tara looked at the clock.  It was almost twelve o'clock.  There is only one more hour.  In the morning Fuchar sahib will come to take her to the marriage-temple.  Oh !  Lord, why did you deprive him of the substance for so many days?  Is this also your worm?  Tara wears a white sari.  Took off all the jewellery items .  Hot water was available .  Washed her mouth with soap and water and stood in front of the mirror, 'Where was that image, that light, which captivated the eyes!  The form was the same, but Kanti's?  Can she still pretend to puberty?  Tara now found it difficult to stay there even for a moment.  Jewelery and luxury items spread on the table as if it started cutting.  This artificial life became unbearable, the cold building decorated with poppy rings and electric wings started heating it like a furnace.  He thought, 'Where should I run.  If I run in the train, I will not be able to run.  Only the men of Kunwar Saheb will leave and start looking for me all around.  She will go through such a path, even if no one takes care of her.  Tara's heart was filled with pride at this time.  She was neither sad, nor disappointed.  She will meet Kunwar Saheb again, but it will be an unfortunate coincidence.  The duty made by love is following the path, then why should there be sorrow and despair?  Suddenly he thought about it, 'lest, Kunwar Saheb could not find him here, in the state of grief and grief, someone sat in vain.  This disease made him sick.  He got angry for a moment.  Then she sat at the table, and started writing this letter, 'Dear, excuse me.  I do not find myself worthy to be your maid.  You showed me this form of love, which I could not expect in this life.  This much is enough for me.  As long as I live, I will be engrossed in your love.  I feel like this.  I will come again, I will see you again, but in the same condition, when you get married.  This is the condition for my return .  Don't be angry with me, for my life.  These ornaments that you sent for me, I leave for the newlyweds on my behalf.  Only take this pearl necklace, which is the first gift of your love, with me.  With folded hands I ask you not to search for me.  I am yours, and will always be yours .. Writing this letter, Tara placed it on the table, put the necklace of pearls around her neck and came out.  Music sound was coming from the theater hall.  His legs were tied for a moment.  Fifteen years old relationship was being broken today.  He suddenly saw the manager coming .  He felt angry  She leapt too fast and stood in the cover of the wall.  As soon as the manager came out, she came out of the yard and after walking some distance in the streets, she caught the path of Ganga.  There was silence on the Ganges - the coast.  Ten - five sages - Bairagi were lying in front of the gunners.  Ten - five passengers were sleeping on blankets laying on the ground.  The Ganges used to go like a giant snake.  A small boat was anchored on the shore.  The boatman was sitting in the boat.  Tara called to the sailor, 'O Manjhi, will you take a nab on him?  Manjhi replied, 'The boat did not go so late in the night.  But on hearing of the double wage, he raised the bull and said, opening the boat, 'Where is the government on the other side?  'Have to go to a village across that.  "Who rode so many nights, did not get a ride."  "No harm, you take me to the other side."  Manjhi opened the boat.  Tara sat on it, and the boat started moving at a slow pace, as if life was wandering in the dream kingdom.  The moon of this Samad Ekadashi, on the other side of the earth, came out of its bright boat and started crossing the Byom-Sea.