The news of a huge catch of 'Sol' fish in the pond popularly known as 'Singi Pukhuri' had gone the round of the village. Many of the villagers had reportedly caught quite a sizable number of it simply by angling.
Benu immediately took to his heels to run errands for his friend, Cheni, who however knew about it much earlier.
Both were at their wit's end as none of them possessed a fishing-line for himself, nor they could lay their hands on those belonging to their elder brothers. They were taboos for them. Of course Benu had been a skilled hand in making a twine. He also managed to cut three or four fishing-rods from a bamboo grove about three months back. They were only to be dressed and given heat to make them upright. Benu thus thought out a solution.
But where to procure thread and that too of Muga-silk? It must be a robust 'Sol' fish indeed. Unless the fishing—line was made of hemp or Muga silk it would snap in a single pull. No sooner Cheni drew the outline of the fish with his hand than Benu began visualizing the volume of the fish in his mind ….. 'with a lavish reddish hue on its ventral part, the 'sol ' fish, slimming gradually towards the tail dotted with black- spots and topped by an elongated head—skull, was rushing in, by thrashing water with its fins and dorsal like a shooting arrow. It would just pause for a while near the bait and examine it. In an instant the bait would go down its wide mouth to find the stomach. The 'soI' fish did not lie in wait, it used to gulp the bait forthwith. The plummet would plumb down to a considerable depth sending bubbles towards the float and then '….ah …. ha ,..ha'. Benu could not think further and got almost electrified at the thought of the coveted catch.