A
powerful presence, without being present, in all the frenzy of emotion
generated by the death of the writer Humayun Ahmed has been that of
Gultekin. Her silence has astonished a whole lot of people. Her children
were there, of course, beside the coffin of their dead father. She was
not. Which again, when you seriously reflect on it, is not surprising at
all. Her silence, you could argue, is only natural. People who have
been hurt, have been cast aside for little fault of theirs, have either
protested loudly or have gone quiet and out of public view. It was the
latter course which Humayun Ahmed's first wife, a woman of dignity by
any measure and by any interpretation, chose to adopt. Her life was
rudely trifled with when she least expected it. She was simply left
behind, abandoned to fate. Her children suffered with her. Their father
had strolled away.Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Pain and the remnants of love
7:33 AM
A
powerful presence, without being present, in all the frenzy of emotion
generated by the death of the writer Humayun Ahmed has been that of
Gultekin. Her silence has astonished a whole lot of people. Her children
were there, of course, beside the coffin of their dead father. She was
not. Which again, when you seriously reflect on it, is not surprising at
all. Her silence, you could argue, is only natural. People who have
been hurt, have been cast aside for little fault of theirs, have either
protested loudly or have gone quiet and out of public view. It was the
latter course which Humayun Ahmed's first wife, a woman of dignity by
any measure and by any interpretation, chose to adopt. Her life was
rudely trifled with when she least expected it. She was simply left
behind, abandoned to fate. Her children suffered with her. Their father
had strolled away.
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