Porama was on her death bed. Everyone in the household knew that she would not live long. Her father, Dr. Probal Samaddar, was a doctor by profession and he was dejected as to the fact that even being a doctor he could not prevent his daughter from deteriorating fast. All the medicines were failing her. Poroma was the eldest daughter of the family who held the family together after the sad demise of her mother. She had two brothers and two sisters and again followed by a brother in succession. Poroma, prior to her illness, was a very studious and meritorious student. She was the first from her region to clear matric examination. She was nineteen and she was in love with Nipen Sen, a journalist by profession. Everyone knew of their affair in the family. Nipen was heart-broken when he heard of the situation. He has rushed from Delhi to Kolkata to have a last look.
It was a sombre day, possible 19th of May, 1955, when Nipen got dressed in his best suit and rushed to have a look at Poroma, his lady love! Unfortunately, the car that Nipen had driven developed a snag and coughed to a halt mid-way between Alipore, his residence, and his destination Satkori Mitra Lane, Bagmari. He went over to his friend’s place at Hazra Crossing and met with his childhood friend Ramesh Gupta, who belonged to an affluent family. Ramesh immediately offered him a lift in his own car, a green ambassador. When they arrived at Satkori Mitra Lane in Bagmari, Nipen went in to find a pale thin woman whose eyeballs had receded to the depths of the eye sockets. These were the eyes which had mesmerized him and how they seemed to have deceived him now! When he spoke her name, “Porama!” The same eyes spoke up and lit up like the flames of love that had engulfed them. Nipen was helpless. This helplessness peculated in everyone’s senses. Nipen still remembered how beautiful Poroma was when he had met her at first. That attraction had transpired into love in the later days. Then emotions ran a riot over his senses. Everyone started crying almost silently as possible knowing that the end was near. Nipen stood silently at the door unable to move forward. He was followed by Ramesh who was shorter than Nipen. Ramesh was dressed immaculately in a white dhoti and kurta was eager to know whether Porama had a chance to live. Nipen could not but rush to her bedside that was kept over the red cemented floor in the corner of the room. Poroma’s eyes flickered with love and lost hope! She tried to say something but everything seemed to be lost, when she tried to grab her lover’s hand, but her frail hands missed it. Nipen took her hand and pressed it with assurance. But slowly she seemed to recede to the demon called death. Nipen cried out, “Dr.Probal, will she no longer smile?” when she stopped responding.
Dr. Probal Samaddar knew she was lost to death, when he could not find his daughter’s pulse. He quietly left the room, with tears in his eyes. He said before leaving, “Nipen, my daughter is no more! Even your love couldn’t bring her back!”
The loss for Nipen was the greatest, as he kept clutching her hand and started weeping. This went on for a minute or two. Then suddenly, Poroma coughed up and much to everyone’s amazement mumbled in a feeble voice, “Nipen, I am back! I could never leave you alone here!”
This was the first time she had spoken in the last two months. Then she added, “I saw everyone crying over my dead body! I was in myself then someone told me that it was not time for me, so I came back!”
Nipen said, “What, how is this possible?”
Poroma had continued, “Nipen, you have not brought your car, have you? I saw a green ambassador parked out at the Bagmari Road, near the dispensary! Whose car is it Nipen? I saw you love me so much, so how can I leave the people whom I love so much! I will live for you!”
Well miracles do happen, and possibly that miracle’s was named “Love!” Some may say it was Love’s death defying act! Then began the struggle for staying alive and the entire family and Nipen nursed Poroma back from the jaws of death. Poroma lived to marry Nipen and sire two sons and a daughter.
The funny part was no one could explain how Poroma could come to know of the green car in which Nipen and his friend Ramesh had come to visit Poroma. Her siblings would sometimes ask her what had transpired that day, what she remembered. Poroma would simply smile and say, “Well, I saw myself surrounded with father and you all and then Nipen rushed in running from the green car. I could actually see myself lying livid in the bed and somehow some force was telling me it is not the time for me! I was so bound by love and affection that the force forced me to return to my body! I don’t know what it was that I felt and saw, but was I not hallucinating?”
Poroma’s younger brother, Poritosh, who went on to become one of the Indian army doctors, could not think of any rational reason, although this was discussed time and again, scrutinized and dissected like a corpse, but still no one could actually think of the valid reason how and why this could have happened. Although he knew this could have been one of the instances of what can be called as an out-of-body experience. Poritosh would always joke, “This could be only attributable to the miracle called love!”