A tender and moving story of unfulfilled love of an innocent Brahmin girl, holy like the Ganga, pure like milky juice of raw coconut. But it was rejected by her lover in favour of a voluptuous Muslim woman he was enamoured of. He converted and on the day of marriage married the Muslim woman instead. Taking the vow of eternal virginity the Brahmin girl expressed her agony in many ballads that are still sung at the Phuleshvari banks, now in Bangladesh… there are ...
