Go to hell

Durga's condition is such that it is not possible to say when it happened. When he heard from the omniscient elders of the neighborhood that his adult unmarried daughter was not only degrading her fathers day by day, she would be of no use even at the time of her own death. For a while it was completely white like paper.

The place of his affection seemed to have become numb after eating endless wounds for a long time. He was glowing when he saw the girl he had never loved. After hearing this news today, the thorns of his afterlife hardened all his heart against this girl. There was not a trace of Maya-Mamta left there.

He called the orphan and said, "Thakurpo, Shunechi or Gopal Bhatchai of O-para, who he is, he will get married again." Thakurpo will not try one last time before I die?

The orphan completely disbelieved the word and said, no no, will Gopal Bhattachayi marry again! Who made fun of you, Bouthan?

Durga sighed and said, who will joke with me, Thakurpo? He is a male batsman, who is looking for their age again? No, no, many people get married at that age, Thakurpo! I beg you, go and find him once. I did not get anything from the survivors, I will not get a little fire after death?

Now this has become all his great fears. He only thinks that holding the girl in his womb, raising her with so much sorrow, will everything be in vain at the last moment? Why was the girl born with no Joe to get fire in her hand?

Concerned, he sat up and said, "Grandpa, wherever you are, in whose hands I am, let him live." I say, with this last blessing of mine, you will be the king, Thakurpo.

Thakurpo's own needs are not less in this regard. On the same day, he went to look for Gopal Bhattacharya and was stunned for a while to hear the truth, not only to tell the truth মধ্যে but also to find out that four or five virgin fathers had come and taken care of him.

The marriage was so difficult, but when he heard that Gopal would be given a daughter, he did it. But the mother did not mind. He is now the passenger of the afterlife; He desperately wants to be collected as per the scriptural instructions of the journey!

The daughter of a Bengali — how many births and rebirths have been sacrificed in the scriptures, what will she do today? Again, sorrow upon sorrow, that Gopal sent, he will marry the girl. He also has a hobby in this burnt country and has the opportunity to get married after seeing and hearing five.

As the dry grass of summer was awakened by the rain of a cloud, at this slight hint of hope, Durga's dead-hope rose in the blink of an eye. He took the orphan's hand and begged him, "Thakurpo, do the work of this little brother, brother, so that I may get the fire in the hand of the unfortunate one at the last moment." The front five should not slip in any way. You say, brother, let's see the girl today and start talking.

If she does not get married, her mother's last job should not be given to her. Hearing this, Jnanda gave up eating and drinking. She is also the daughter of a Bengali ্রাম the fire of a leopard was burning in her chest.

Sitting alone in the kitchen in the afternoon, he was preparing a meal for his mother, when he was called once more to take such a test.

The gold came out on its own and said, Olo geni, put it down and come back soon, they come to see. Just wear a piece of cloth and come back, they will see it like this. He hurried away.

The orphan has not yet returned from the office, so it is up to him to give a warm welcome. The potter himself and one of his distant relatives came to see him. Gopal wisely brought his niece with him as he liked the boys. It was ordered to show the girl as she is, as suggested by her, because there may be a trick in showing off.

The boy would go to Calcutta on the six o'clock train — he hurried, stood behind the gold, and began to shout, but Gyanada did not come.

Seeing that it was taking a long time for her to get dressed, she dragged him away. When she saw him, her brother-in-law looked at her and cried out in anger, "Open it all, who told you to come like this?" Which will open soon:

Those who came to see him suddenly heard this shout and raised their voices in astonishment. The boy understood the matter and said, "Bring it like this, I have no time to be late."

When Ji brought him and made him stand in front of him, seeing the beautiful decoration of his daughter, the boy got up with a lot of grief and suppressed his smile and said, "I will tell you tomorrow." Water supply was arranged, but they did not have time to touch it for fear of missing the train.

Everyone understood what it meant to report tomorrow. Jathaima shouted, cursed, and in the blink of an eye lifted the whole neighborhood to her head. Mezbauya's condition was not good, two or four people from the next house came running out of fear of misfortune and at the right time suddenly Atul came from nowhere. He too was going to Calcutta on a six-wheeler train and entered the house on hearing the screams on the way.

Seeing Atul, the anger of gold increased a hundred times and the anger became a thousand times. Thin, shrunken, scared to death, the unfortunate girl's neck forcibly raised on the face of Atul roared, look incomparable, see more than once! Wretched, centenarian, look at the monkey's face once!

In fact, it is impossible to control the smile on his face. The color of his lips is on his cheeks, the color of his cheeks is on his beard, he is wearing the tip in the dark corner by himself, it is in the middle of his forehead. I feel that my rough hair was quickly tied with a handful of oil, but still the oil is dripping by twisting two veins.

One or two girls giggled and laughed. One had a son on his lap, he said, guinea pig thong thejeche. Father, put your tongue in your lap like this সে he said yes and stuck out his tongue. And once everyone giggled and laughed.

Stupid boy! His mother laughed and slapped him on the cheek.

But who pierced the inside of Atul's chest with a hot shell. It's been a long time, he didn't want to make the daylight so clear. Just heard the next face, awkward with the disease. But he did not even dream that he was awkward. One day when he himself was dying of a deadly disease, he loved this face. Not the intoxication of the eyes, not the outburst of gratitude, - sincerely pouring all his life into love. Today, when he suddenly saw that Yam had decreed and put the last notice on his face, he forgot himself for a moment. What was going to be said, but it was suppressed by the loud voice of gold.

Um, of course, yes, I know this, why it's something known in advance. The corpse of a ghat, to forget his mind, this company seje Eli? But could you forget? That kicked in the face and left!

Who asked a question, who would decorate such a ghost barabau? I do not understand the old man's choice?

Asking for gold, he said intimidatingly, "He has decorated himself - who will decorate again?" The mother is unconscious. I said, come back after only one cloth. I didn't like it. Thought, if you do not sejeguje not remember the old man? And in the outfit there is a dyed cloth, and these two tree bangles given by Atul. It is opened ten times a day, ten times in the hand. Kalimukhira O-bangle with the hand is not ashamed to be? Get out of the way.

Everyone criticized this shameless character of the brazen girl, and left with a sigh; Only those to whom nothing is unknown, may or may not have dripped a drop of water through the eyes of the introvert. He was the only one who knew that the girl who had never been able to speak with shame in her life, how could she, today, kicked in all the shame and decorated her own unhealthy body with her own hands and went to sell it in the position of that very old man! But it was not sold - the fraud was caught. Today, therefore, everyone was booed and insulted — no one forgave. But sitting in the heart who is the judge of all the worlds at all times, he may have taken the burden of this crime of the unfortunate girl in your hands.

Gyanada stood up. She never cried in front of the next one — but today tears started falling from her eyes in front of Atul. However, he did not explain a single word, no one looked for a drink - he went away wiping his eyes silently.

As there was no car to go to Calcutta, he returned home in the evening. After printing everything on the way, I started remembering that last word of my childhood again and again. On that day, when he was going to his father's house, he called Atul in secret and said, Didn't understand that well that day; But today, it seemed to him that the word was meant for him. Today, he also remembered the shame of the one whom everyone insulted and sent away today.

It was not yet dawn, the orphan came to call, - Mejbau must be burned.

Let's go, Atul came out. Giya saw that Jnanda was sitting in Tulsimul a year and a half ago with her mother's legs on her lap, just as she was sitting silently with her mother's legs on her lap. Except once, no one in life has ever seen him move - that is when he fell on Atul's feet and scratched his head. So, no one thought of anything in this intense silence of his. No one was looking at it, the people of the neighborhood were busy arranging the funeral.

In time, they took the body to the crematorium. Gyanada also went after everyone. No girl from the neighborhood went with him because she was a poor girl; No one even thought of leaving.

The rain-soaked Ganga was flowing just below the crematorium. The mother's last work, the daughter sang silently. When the cheetah burst into flames, it slipped away from the crowd of men and sat down by the water's edge. No one forbade; Because, there was nothing to forbid. Many breathed a sigh of relief and said, 'Aha', realizing that he had come down to hide this scene of deep mourning.

No one was afraid that this ever-calm, tolerant girl could do something terrible. Not at all. Yet seeing him sitting very close to the rapids, the inside of his chest somehow swelled. Forbidden once thought; Once Bhabil approached and stood; But in shame and reluctance he could not do anything.

After saving the fire, everyone went and sat where they were, Atul also went and sat there. Looking at the burning cheetah in front of him, he suddenly awoke in his mind the old question প্রশ্ন he was yesterday, he is not today; Even today, that mortal body of him is slowly being cremated, and he is unrecognizable; However, there was no hope, no longing, no fear, no thought in this body! Where did it go? Where did it disappear in an instant? But what is its price? How long does it take to die?

Suddenly his own past life floated on his eyes. He also died three or three years ago, but did not die. Unknowingly, the sight of his eyes pierced the rippling veil of the cheetah's gray-gray smoke. I remembered that the one who did not let me die that day was the one who was sitting like an idol casting a faint shadow in the muddy water of Jahnavi, like a sculpted mourner, whose only rough hair and dirty area was swaying in the wind!

Her eyes filled with tears. I said to myself, the form of ashes! If Roop's price is so high, then three years ago he himself went bankrupt at Roop's market. On that day, even the paramatmanis could not ask for his drink in hatred!

He did not know how to spend his time. He did not see when the cheetah was dying. All his eyes were fixed on that still image.

The orphan said, and why is the father sitting? Come on, let's finish the last thing.

Let's go, Atul broke his dream in the afternoon and stood up.

Then the sun was setting. In the dim light, he stared at the two broken bangles on the ghat. This is a very insignificant ornament given by him.

Hundreds of insults, thousands of insults that the two trees could not cut Maya Jnanda, today he broke his own hand and gave an explanation. Atul hurried forward and picked up the two trees with affection and care. Today, even though it is a broken piece of glass, it has become invaluable to him.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Gyanada turned her face away. She could not bear the look. I think he once went to grab her hand, but restrained himself and said, "Everyone is wrong, Gyanada, but," he said, holding the fist of his hand, and once again the reddish glow of the evening shone brightly. He said, "The one whom you broke down today, I will bring him back from the crematorium."