When by natures inviolable law Satyawati had a conjugal quarrel with Byomkesh I used to take a neutral position and enjoy it. But when the topic of relative excellence of women and men came up in marital disputes, I was forced to side of Byomkesh. Still, we two friends being united could not always defeat Satyawati. In the history of the vast human race, the example of male violence has been recorded so vividly that it is impossible to refute it. At last, we had to break the war of words.

For some time now there has been some unique criminal activities taking place in the city of Calcutta, which Byomkesh and I were discussing one winter morning over tea along with the newspaper. The following is the modus operandi of such criminal activities that have happened recently: sometimes one, sometimes one or more classy young women head out at noon. During the afternoon the men are off to work, the women at home take a siesta after completing lunch. During this time the young women go and knock on the door of middle-class households. If the housewife is alert, she asks without opening the door. Who is it? A young woman says from outside, “I am selling good petticoat and blouse made of chikan, the price is very cheap. will you buy it? The housewife thinks it’s a hawker, and she opens the door. Such young women enter the house, brandishing knives or pistols they loot the household of all cash and jewellery.

This kind of event has happened several times before and the accused have not been caught. That day I read about a similar crime in the newspaper. The previous day at noon a similar burglary happened in the house in Kashipur. I read the news to Byomkesh. He laughed a little and said what is there to be surprised about! “Girls do robberies in daylight.”

At this very moment Satyawati entered the room, stood near the door, and looked angrily at Byomkesh. She said, "OK! Girls rob in daylight, and all you men are all saints?”

Byomkesh did not say the words for Satyawati to hear; But when Satyawati has heard and answered, there is no turning back. Byomkesh said, I did not say that all of us saints, but women are neither.

Hence the argument began. Satyawati sat on the edge of the dewan and said, “It is the nature of you men to insult girls. What have we women done?”

Byomkesh said, “Not much, robbery in daylight.

I read aloud the news of the burglary to Satyawati.

Satyawati said, well, I accept, they have done wrong. They have done this to feed their hunger. But the killings and violence you men are doing, killing thousands of people by starting a war, is nothing? These burglaries are nothing compared to the crimes that you men commit.

Seeing no way out, Byomkesh said, "You women have been locked in the house for so long hence could not commit such heinous crimes. With the passage of time and more freedom you women will show your true colours.  Long ago Bankim Chandra wrote about Devi Chaudhurani. Devi Chaudhurani was born in the yesteryears and see what she did, if she was born in this era then think what would have happened?

Satyawati waved her hand and said, “You can't fool me by saying such nonsense. Can you show a real example where a girl has killed a person?”

Byomkesh said, "Looking for a true example? Just a couple of months back a female inmate murdered the jail guard and escaped from jail.

Satyawati smiled, “Two months ago, a girl committed a murder, and in these two months have you  counted the number of murders that you men have committed?

Today’s newspaper has a story of a man-perpetrated murder, but I suppressed it. Instead, I said, “Today's paper contains a serious instance of female brutality. A washerman my mistake made a tear in a woman's expensive silk saree, the woman cut off her nose with a knife. The condition of the washerman is pathetic, he is in the hospital, it is doubtful whether he will survive.”

Satyawati said with a merciless smile, all you guys are incorrigible liars. You are all liars, thieves, robbers, and murderers.

It is not possible to say how far our argument would continue, but at this time, there was a loud knock on our door. I stood up to attend to the door. Satyawati went inside with a victorious smile. I opened the door and saw a postman. The postman handed over a thick fat envelope to me and walked away.

The Envelope was in the name of Byomkesh, sender’s name was not mentioned. When the envelope was brought to him, he glanced at it and without opening the package said, “Seems to be a manuscript from a new aspiring writer. Please send it to Prabhat.

Ever since we got into the book publishing business, aspiring budding writers do often send us their manuscripts, so Byomkesh cringes at the sight of letters in thick envelopes.

I said, "It may not be a Manuscript. Just open it once and check the contents.”

He said, “You open it and see.”

I opened the envelope. It is not a manuscript, but someone wrote an extremely long letter to Byomkesh, almost like a short story. Byomkesh felt very relaxed and stretched out on the dewan saying, "It's definitely not a love letter." So, you read.”

I pulled a chair next to the dewan and started reading the letter. The handwriting is not very clear, it is difficult to read; But the language is neat.

To Mr. Byomkesh Bakshi,

My heartiest greetings,

My name is Sri Chintamani Kundu. The police are trying to implicate me in a murder case, hence in desperation I seek refuge with you. If I had the strength, then I would have personally met you and narrated my story.  It would have been clearer if