Khoimon didn’t reply, and perhaps Moyna Miya was tired, so he too kept quiet, and after that they fell asleep, or didn’t sleep, and after a long time MoynaMiya again asked, ‘What happened?’ And then Khoimon said that the water in the jug had spilled on the table, and perhaps even then MoynaMiya didn’t realise what had happened. MoynaMiya got out of bed after a long time and he saw Khoimon sleeping on the cot, curled up next to the wall, and then as he turned up the wick of the hurricane lantern and was about to leave the room to piss, he noticed that the land title lying on the table, made out by his father-in-law, was drenched and destroyed! His heart almost stopped beating, and when he raised the wick of the lantern some more and tried to pick up the document, it came apart because it had been drenched with water for a long time; he cried out, and after that he carefully unfolded the document and laid it out on the table and observed it, perhaps the ink in Abdul Jalil’s pen wasn’t permanent either, perhaps it was the Hero Royal Washable Blue ink, and so all the writing had been washed away by the water, nothing remained except for some blue smudges! MoynaMiya, the boy from Bikrampur, the tall, dark-skinned, sharp-nosed vegetable-seller sobbed uncontrollably, of course Khoimon was woken up by his crying, she hurriedly sat up on the cot and asked, ‘What are you doing? What are you up to?’, and then everyone woke up from the next room and entered, they saw the new groom drowning in tears on the nuptial night; but MoynaMiya was unable to say anything, so Khoimon then consoled him, ‘Apne kainden na emun koira, ekta kagoj gechhe, aarekta leikha dibone! Don’t cry like this, one piece of paper was lost, I’ll get another one made!’ And consequently, it seemed there was a reason behind the fact that Zobeida Rahman got exasperated when it came to Khoimon, but again perhaps it could be said that Khoimon hadn’t really done anything cunning, that was simply how things transpired and she had nothing to do with it – although it was very difficult to prove this. However, if Khoimon was indeed cunning, it wasn’t possible to figure out how Mamun’s Ma was harmed by that, of course when her son Chan Miya organised the monkey brigade in the moholla many years later, it seemed then that even before figuring it out logically Zobeida Rahman had a gut feeling about some things – what the monkeys would do to her one day – although the matters were perhaps not very clear to her. It seemed then that badmouthing Khoimon was all that she did, perhaps she said to Fakhrul Alam Ledu or to someone else, ‘Just see how cunning the woman is, since she doesn’t have the time to take care of the boy, how cleverly she got a band of wild animals to do that, “Khaat tawra, ami aram kori! You lot work, let me relax!”’; and so a monkey suckled Chan Miya, put him to sleep, kept watch over him, while that wretched woman gallivanted in the moholla! This was perhaps true, or perhaps it wasn’t, because it wasn’t possible to get so much done by wild monkeys, but hadn’t Khoimon herself said all this to NooraniBilkisUpoma? Although NooraniBilkis got annoyed from time to time, it was she who Khoimon was fond of, and whenever she got the chance she went from her residence in No. 36 to Noorani Bilkis’ residence in No. 37, and said, ‘Aafa, give me something or the other!’