Jâipur, and other places, and was now dwelling at Delhi. He would soon be going elsewhere, as he made no stay at any place.
Meanwhile Rohini did not return. Bhramar thought, "God knows where Rohini is gone. I, a sinful creature, will not utter my suspicions." Bhramar could endure no more; weeping incessantly, she gave notice to her sister-in-law, and then went by palanquin to her father's house. Finding it even more difficult at this place to obtain news of her husband, she returned to Haridrâ, and again wrote to her mother-in-law. This time the mother wrote, "Gobind Lâl no longer sends news. I do not know where he is now; I hear nothing." So passed the first year. At its close Bhramar was lying on a sick bed. The Aparâjitâ[1] flower had withered.
- ↑ Aparâjitâ is the name of a lovely creeping plant with delicate, feathery leaves, and a bright crimson flower (Clitorea ternatea).
