~ Prashanta Tripura ~
(Based on an AI-translation edited by the author, who also added the endnotes)[1]
Before the story begins
Lekha Tripura is a female astronaut, whom I met and talked to recently. I also received a letter from her. But all this was in a dream. Later, after waking up from the dream, I really received a letter, from Lekha, where she talks about the first dream I had….
The letter she wrote left behind some mantras composed of ‘love’ and other words. To know what these mantras are, you will have to read the story. However, the story is only for those who have the courage to dream and have faith in the future.
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We met in Lima
I got to know Lekha[2] in 2062. You must be thinking, that’s in the future! Yes, that’s right, we’re talking about a time quite far ahead from today. We’re wandering around in a surreal world where everything is possible. So, keep listening to the story. But before talking about Lekha, let me introduce myself a little. My name is Nokha. Nokha Tripura. I too am an astronaut. I travel to Mars, but when I get a chance between different missions, I spend time with the Abindigenous people (Adi-Adivasis)[3] of the Earth.
The Abinidgenous people are those who were once known as Indigenous Peoples in various countries of the world until 2032. But then, bad times came to planet earth, because a species from another galaxy took over the world. They have rearranged their genetic structure to look exactly like humans, and are roaming around the world. The only way to distinguish them is their eyes, which never show a glimmer of happiness or hope, as is seen in humans. These aliens who roam around in human faces are called ‘Ade’ (pronounced like ‘aid’), which is an abbreviation for the phrase ‘Aliens with dead eyes’.[4]
Initially, the Ades took over the major metropolises of the world. It was very easy for the Ades to take over the bodies and minds of the people in these places because their immune systems had weakened due to diet, lifestyle, environmental pollution, etc. Meanwhile, many of those whom the term “indigenous” meant before 2032 had intact immune systems, so the Ades could not easily overcome them. After scientists on Mars discovered this, the indigenous communities that were able to resist the Ades and were spread across various remote areas of the world began to be called “Abindigenous”.
The main strongholds of resistance to the Ades on Earth were built in areas inhabited by the Abindigenous peoples. However, even in the metropolises, a number of people, who escaped the notice of the Ades, built secret strongholds of resistance, commonly called the ‘Indigenous People’, by the people who came from Mars to resist the Ades.
My father was an indigenous person born in a place called Tindu in Bandarban, Bangladesh, and a Tripura by ethnicity, and my mother was another indigenous person born near the Chimbuk hills, whose father was a Khumi and mother was Mro. I was born in 2033, and when it was understood that indigenous people had a special ability to resist the Ades, I grew up in a fort built by Abindigenous and indigenous peoples in the Remakri area. Another such fort is in Sajek, where Lekha, who is five years younger than me, was born and raised. Both her parents identified as Tripuras, but her father’s mother was a Pankhua. Lekha’s parents are alive, but both my parents died when I was nine years old, during a guerrilla attack on the base of the Ades.
I had never heard of Lekha before. Actually, after leaving Remakri, I was busy training in various forts in Abindigenous and non-Ades areas of the world. In 2062, I went to Lima to join a team that would go to Mars for training to undertake a special operation against the Ades. I was selected as the team leader. I knew that there would be two types of people in the team, Abindigenous and indigenous, but I didn’t know anyone’s names before.
I was introduced to Lekha in Lima, like everyone else in the group. But meeting her was a huge experience for me, one I wasn’t prepared for at all.
Earlier, my life’s vow was to rid the world of Ades. And to do that, I was always ready to rush to any corner of the world, or to a distant planet, whenever necessary. So, I would never get involved in love or marriage with anyone, that was my vow. But the moment I first saw Lekha, a huge upheaval took place inside me, a feeling that engulfed my entire being, such an experience that I had never gone through before in my life.
I didn’t know that Lekha was a Tripura girl at that time. So, she is also a Tripura, I am also a Tripura – my special attraction or interest in her was not born from any such thought, it was nothing like that. Rather, the feeling that I had at the moment of seeing her cannot be explained in words. From the moment I saw Lekha, I felt like I had known her for various incarnations. We would meet in Lima, we would go to Mars together, this was the writing of destiny. I have heard and read such kind of things that many of our predecessors used to say.
However, my love-at-first-sight for Lekha did not escape the attention of Marsha !King, the team’s chief training advisor (Dr. !King was originally from the Kalahari region, and belonged to the !Kung San people; the letter ‘!’ is a sound in their language). One day, during a training session, she called me over and told me, in a whisper (a language she had learned while living for a year in the Jampui Hills fort in Tripura), ‘I understand your feelings. But remember, the important thing is to complete the mission properly.’ I knew that too, so I never said anything openly.
The training continued. In our free time, we talked. We played ‘Wii-Sukui’ (a Wii version of the Tripura game of Sukui, which is part of everyone’s regular exercise routine.) After thirteen days of training, one day, during lunch, Lekha suddenly said to me, ‘Do you love me? Do you want me? You will have me on one condition. You have to make sure first that your parents, their parents, everyone will love me. Here is a letter. Everything is written here.’
The first letter and my shattered dream
‘Nokha, the moment I first met you, I understood that just as you were looking for me deep in your heart, so was I…’ After reading this, I suddenly woke up. I found myself in the hostel, sitting on a chair, with my head resting on my folded hands on the study table, falling asleep. The hostel is Martin Hall, the dormitory of Notre Dame College. I live there with two other friends – one is Tura Mri from Chunia village in Madhupur, the other is Ira Hembrom from Kankanhata in Rajshahi. An open laptop in front of me.
I fell asleep while working on an assignment for the ‘Science and History’ course. The course was taught by Anna Toppo, who I really like. She taught in a very interesting and emotional way how Europeans spread all over the world after Columbus’s so-called discovery of America, how biodiversity in different parts of the world started changing, how European scientists started to call their own ‘discoveries’ by collecting the folk knowledge of indigenous peoples – many things like that.
Our beloved teacher gave an assignment, “In the next two years, i.e. by 2020, the world’s population will exceed 8 billion. Let’s say, in this huge population, on average, each family has one car, one flat, one TV… that is, all the average ideas of the street person about a ‘better’ lifestyle that you have come up with by going near Shapla Chattar and conducting a quick survey on the street. Can this world bear the burden of such a lifestyle? Using what that the Jumia couple from Thanchi said in the seminar that day, their words, the readings of the class, and the information found by searching the college’s e-library – write a paper of 5000 words.”
I was working on the assignment given by Anna Toppo, and in between writing, I was chatting with Lekha on Facebook. Her home is Sajek. She is my age. She is very talented. She is currently studying in a college in Beijing, where many people from different parts of the world come to study after completing secondary school. Her dream is to join the Mars-based ‘Space Biology Lab’ that is supposed to be launched by 2030. So, I woke up and looked at my laptop, and I saw a new message on Facebook, sent by Lekha. She wrote, ‘I have sent a letter by e-mail. Read it. It is very important.’ Without delay, I opened the email and started reading the letter that the writer had sent.
Second letter, love spell
‘Dear Nokha, I met you in Lima. Are you surprised? I know it’s hard to explain and make you believe. But today I’m going to tell you something else that’s even more unbelievable. I’m in a hurry, so I’ll be very brief. It’s very important and urgent. You should read every word very carefully and delete this email as soon as you are done reading it.
The fact is, the Ades are all around us. They have been spreading across the planet for hundreds of years – some say three or five thousand years ago. Scientists on Mars aren’t exactly sure how this happened. But they are certain that the Ades first arrived in the form of microorganisms from distant galaxies, then somehow took over the bodies and minds of many people, and slowly spread across the globe.
Anthropologists believe that the rapid spread of the state and market system in human history is due to the Ades Moreover, the Ades have spread their influence throughout the world in all institutions, from the education system to religion. Machoviruses take over the human body and mind in innovative ways. Certain species of bacteria and viruses carry their genetic code. Among the microbes are a bacterium called ‘E. coli’, and several viruses of the ‘Reseclaw’ family.
The Ade virus enters the brains of children between the ages of three and ten, but remains dormant for many years. The virus spreads through contact with adults who have mumps. Ades use various techniques, such as inserting themselves into books, or activating airborne viruses with remote-controlled magnetic waves and injecting them into children’s bodies with dust.
I have little time, but the reason I am writing to you is that the number of Ades has increased alarmingly recently in the Chittagong Hill Tracts area. They have taken over a few forts. This is happening in other parts of the country and in other parts of the world as well. But this expansion of Ades must be stopped at any cost.
The good news is that a medicine made from the juice of the roots of some trees easily available in the hilly areas has been discovered, which, if taken regularly, can completely eliminate the bacteria and viruses that cause tuberculosis from the brains of children. However, the challenge is that this medicine will have to be taken regularly for several years in a row. To do this, we need many volunteers who will go to different schools and work as teachers. This must be done without the supervision of the tuberculosis patients, because in many places they have appointed people who have become tuberculosis patients as school teachers.
Remember one thing, you can’t identify an Ade by their outward appearance. They may be Pahari, Bengali, Chakma, Barua, Muslim, Christian, or whatever they are, but to understand whether they are human or Aee, you have to look closely at their eyes.
Another thing, along with giving children preventive medicine, we should also teach them a mantra. Children should be taught to chant the mantra with deep faith, with all their heart, every day while taking medicine. If you see a glimmer of light in the eyes of the children while chanting the mantra, you will understand that the Ades have not spread much among them. And the good thing is, we should try to cure all children. Who is a hillman, who is a Bengali, who is a tribal, who is a native – we cannot waste time by making such judgments.
However, now read the mantra carefully so that you don’t forget it. Read: “I love Lekha”….
Last letter: The password for the future
…At this point I really woke up. I realized that I had been dreaming within a dream all this time. I was happy to realize that. “I love Lekha” – I screamed out in my dream while reading the words, because my mind could not accept the idea that someone else would want Lekha, that she would belong to someone else.
In the house I stayed at in Barapara village, I opened my solar-powered laptop and saw a picture of Lekha. I was introduced to Lekha in Rangamati, at the Teachers Training College. She is from Sajek. After completing her studies in Australia, she decided to become a primary school teacher in her area.
I once planned to become an engineer, and I was studying in Khulna, but a lot of things happened in between… At one point, I decided to teach in Barapara village. That’s how I went to Teachers Training College for training, where I met Lekha. It was love at first sight… but we decided that we won’t get married now. The vow with which we started teaching, to spread the light of education in Sajek’s Hachuk Kami and Khagrachhari Sadar’s Barapara – we will continue that for now. We write letters to each other regularly. Old-fashioned handwritten letters. I opened the letter that came today and started reading it, and while reading it, I was shocked again! Lekha has written:
Nokha,
This is my last letter to you. I am telling you some words, they will serve as the key to the future, as the password to the portal. Do you know the first key? Think about what the word ‘Lekha’ means in Kokborok, then when the question appears on the portal, pronounce the word in that language (if you have forgotten the meaning of the word ‘Lekha’, it is written below, check it out*).
The names of the bacteria and virus families I mentioned have also been used to create passwords, which you have to remember. They will be needed to operate some weapons in the future. Remember ‘E Colo’ as European Colonialism. And remember ‘RaSeClaO’ as ‘Racism, Sexism, Class Domination and Other Diseases’. And some samples of the roots of the plants I was talking about consuming regularly are kept in some villages in Remakri and Sajek. Find them.
The trees have some words written on them – equality, humanity, fellowship (Ehuf) and love for nature (Lofon). Ehuf and Lohon, these two words should be engraved in your mind so that you don’t forget the symbols.
Now, memorize the entire mantra I taught you: “I love Lekha. I love dreaming. I want Leha. I want to reach my dreams. I want to be human.” Never forget this mantra. The children who utter these words with deep conviction will be able to cross the portal to the future. Make sure to write these words down, in your notebook. See you in Lima, in 2062.
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*Lekha = Education
[The story was first published in 2013, in the 2nd issue of Tripura Students Forum’s magazine Yakhlwi, and later compiled in the author’s book On the Edge of the Nation-State: From the Abyss of Marginality to the Space of Dreams, published by Samhati Prakashan in 2018. The current blog version [in Bangla] was first published on August 16, 2013, with several minor edits.]

[1] This is an edited English version of a story, originally in Bangla, as translated using an AI tool available on the WordPress site on which the original is posted. The title of the story as automatically translated was “Writing Letters: A Dream Story”, which the author has changed in the course of editing the AI-translated version.
[2] Since ‘lekha’ means ‘writing’ (or ‘to write’) in Bangla, in many parts of the story, the name of the main character of my story – Lekha – has been translated by AI as ‘writing’!
[3] The term ‘Abindigenous’ is a play on the two related terms ‘Aboriginal’ and ‘Indigenous’.
[4] The name of the aliens, as presented in the original story in Bangla, is “Mochovi”, an acronym based on the Bangla for “Dead-eyed aliens” (মড়া চোখের ভিনগ্রহী). Interesting, in various places, AI translated “Mochovi” as mosquitoes! But the AI translation gets even more interesting towards the end of the story, with ‘Mochovi’ translated as ‘machovirus’ in may places! While editing the AI-translated version of my story, I used the terms ‘Abindigenous’ and ‘Ade’ (ADE) in line with their first usage in a Facebook post that I wrote on the day I finished writing the story. Here is a screenshot of that Facebook post.














