ago. It has gone to ruin. I have not seen it all these years."
Bhramar remained long silent, then she said, "Let flowers be brought for me, sister, from wherever you can get them. Don't you see this is my phulsajjâ?"[1]
At Jâmini's bidding the servants brought heaps of flowers. Bhramar said, "Scatter them over my bed. To-day is my phulsajjâ."
Jâmini obeyed. Then tears streamed from Bhramar's eyes, and her sister asked her why she wept.
"Sister," she replied, "One great sorrow remains. On the day that he left me, and started for Benares, that day I entreated the gods, with tears, to grant me one more meeting with him. I was bold enough to say, 'If I am faithful, I shall meet him again.' But ‘I have not seen him. Oh, if I could but have seen him on this my last day! In one day, sister, I should have forgotten seven years of suffering."
"Will you see him?"
"Of whom do you speak?" asked Bhramar, startled.
"Of Gobind Lâl," said Jâmini calmly.
- ↑ See Appendix, Note 9.
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