According to the story 'The matchbox' How was the letter kept in Ajit's pocket
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around meek and innocent, in the kitchen, in the pantry, in the bedroom, here, there, anywhere - women, too, are exactly the same!
You want an example?
Then look carefully at that enormous three-storey house in front of us -
Sunday morning.
The washerman has come and is waiting.
Moments before handing over a heap of Ajit’s dirty clothes to the washerman, Nomita goes through the pockets one last time and discovers the letter.
A twisted, crumpled envelope with its mouth torn, and on the envelope, Nomita’s name.
A flame goes up dop! in all Nomita’s nerves and veins. She drops the clothes in her hand and sits on the bed to open the letter; the first thing she looks at is the date. Going by the date, the letter must have come about three days earlier.
She turns over the envelope and matches the postmark to the date; that too bears the same witness.
Yes, the letter came three days ago.
Ajit has opened it and read it, then crumpled it and twisted it and dropped it into his pocket and left it there. Hasn’t felt the need to mention it even once to Nomita.
The flame that had gone up dop! now burns steadily, hissing, sounding its note on each of her mind’s strings.
Because this incident is not a casual oversight; it’s deliberate.
Ajit’s nature is exactly like that.
Somehow he’s gained possession of the key to the letter-box, fishing it through the gaps among the fifty-two hands of this joint family.[2] And whenever there’s a letter with Nomita’s name on the envelope, he opens and reads it first, and only then does he give it to her. It’s possible that oftentimes he doesn’t give it to her at all. At least that’s the suspicion that has taken root, taken deep root, in Nomita’s mind.