All Chapters of Recipe of Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ronjon requested to talk to Rhidoy Dewan, the purpose of his unannounced visit. A man went to meet him and gave a cryptic phrase, "The wind blows from west to east. Which suits you then, west or east?"Ronjon understood. He was oriented what to respond. "The wind is colder from the north. I chose none from both."

This travel was a double headache for Ronjon. He traveled back to the Capital but wound-up in between military barricades. It was a tiring trip and he had to stop at the Ashaer Yatra for the night.However, he forgot his tiredness when a letter from Labani greeted him as he reached home.

In the Capital, the British government heard of a mass protest planned by the religious leaders demanding the transfer of power to the nationals. There were two religions, Muslim and Hindu, gearing up to receive the transfer. The government wished for the unity of the country, but found the two groups adamant to have their own nations. Thus, the British Raj planned to

The newlyweds enjoyed their time, cherishing each moment as the day of Asha's scheduled travel was approaching. Though they wished for it to last longer, the day eventually came.Before the rooster made its morning calls, Ronjon's hands were full of her luggage while Asha clung on his waist. Her eyes were red as tears fell like stream wetting his shirt. "Please let me

Arup called on Fishal to ask him about Rimas' whereabouts, who he mentioned as the one supposed to serve, but someone took the food from him. When he went to Fishal's home, they said they've been away for months. The house helpers were the ones who kept the place.His men asked the neighbors where they might be. The neighbors said they too had no idea where they've gon

At dinner time.Ninu received nothing but praise from Arup's mother. Arup gave his approval too.

Ronjon walked out of Gael's house and sat upon a steel chair at the veranda. He placed a paper on the glass table. He had to write a letter to Asha. Two months not hearing anything from him would worry Asha. He tried. He knew he tried to get their passports, but more government employees fled the country. Now, he couldn't do anything else but write this sad letter. Ro

Ronjon sat on a rickshaw on the way back to Gael's place. In his hand was a letter from Harry for a speedy release of his mother and sister's passport. Somehow, his mind was not on the paper but with their conversation earlier."Ronjon, are you not thinking of living in France for good?"

Ronjon wrote a letter to Asha.[Dearest Asha,I alr

August 16, 1946. Ronjon sat on a bench at the post office while reading a letter from Asha.[August 1, 1946