Sarathi Guhawrote on Apr 3 2008 5:16PM
It is the evening in the month of incessant rain. It is dark all around. All the street lamps were put off. The door of the city office already closed. In the midst of this beautiful Basabdatta is on her journey of love. Buddhist monk Upogupta is sleeping beside the wall of Mathurapur. Basabdatta is coming towards him. Jingles of her anklets are heard. Suddenly she stops. Unknowingly her foot has touched the body of Upogupta. Basabdatta comes in her senses. Watching the divine grace of the ascetic Basabdatta requests him to go to he house. Upogupta refused her proposal. But he promises her that he will definitely go to her house when the right will come. Days passed on. Upogupta moves from one place to another. One day he was also surprised like Basabdatta. In the outskirts of the city Basabdatta was lying near a trench. She was suffering from a disease. She was senseless. Upogupta recognises her. He curves her in his own hand. Basabdatta's senses came back. Upogupta tells her that he has kept his promise. Today is the right day to go to his house. He went along with Basabdatta to her house.