Jaha Chai, Script
by Sukanta Chaudhuri, translated from the Bengali

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[The garden of Sarojini’s holiday house at Shyampahari in the Santhal Parganas. Late morning, nearly noon. Enter Nikhilesh and Sandip.]
Sandip Really, Nikhilesh, have you gone mad? When one gets married, one celebrates with one’s friends and relatives. Instead of that, what kind of crazy plan is this?
Nikhilesh Why, we’ve come here precisely to celebrate.
Sandip Who are you trying to fool? How many people have you invited down here? You got married in a registry office with the minimum number of witnesses. And here, there’s only the two of you, Amala’s elder sister, Rabi and Shobhana, and me. You have a lot of relatives, quite as many friends, and all your colleagues at the office. They’ve all been robbed of a feast – they’ll call you a miser.
Nikhilesh They’re none of them paupers. If they want a good meal, they can buy it at a restaurant. And as for being miserly, think of all the presents we might have got. Isn’t that a sacrifice on our part?