shower when she flawlessly styled her lovely hair, embellished her temple with a dab of vermilion, decorated a couple of costly keroos on her ears, and a shining jewelry around her neck. On such events, she likewise wore sets of bangles on her lower arm, and wore a bunch of riha and mekhela of white paat-the extremely fine Assamese silk. She looked exceptionally lovely when bejewled and gorgeously attired in such a way, she would sit leg over leg with collapsed hands and petition the sun god in the open daylight.
In synopsis, albeit scarcely sixteen years of age, Woman Joyantee, the spouse of Romaanaath Borua, obviously had a place with a predominant class of people where not many could seek to be. In truth, in all of Rongpoore, the capital of Old Assam, Woman Joyantee was unrivaled in magnificence, abilities, and ideals she had and the fortune that God had gave to her.
