The sky is the limit today. He is showing his arrogance in the gusts of wind and torrential rain. The thick-framed spectacles of 60-year-old Amal Babu are repeatedly getting wet with raindrops.
But he has no eyebrows. It is as if the memories stored in the corner of his mind are being revived once more in the blurred glass.
“What are you listening to, since when has he been sitting in the rain? Later, when the fever sets in, I hear that someone's body will be affected. I have been as irritated.
The grandson was left burning for so long with his vegan baina in the rain.
Sujiye explained to him and sent him to the room to tell the story. But, looking at this old kid of my grandson's grandfather, I don't want to hear anything One day I will really leave everything and go to the forest. ”
Amalbabu seems to have come back from the past to the present in the voice of Goddess Parama. But today, it is also a guilt to look into the eyes of his Parama Devi.
He only thought of the man with whom the 50-year-old family was driving as a responsibility, never tried to understand his mind. The simple fact that all people can ask for something from their spouse never came to his mind!
“Ki go, when Vijeto is alone. There is Punjabi laid on the bed. Change and have tea. Grandma has left it on your table. Ms. who will sit down with this book and find him ”.
Amalbabu is thinking in his mind, you are right Parma. Today I will not read your diary, the book in which all your unspoken pride comes alive in the ink of the pen on every page.
Amalbabu was a teacher by profession. Although he retired in time, his love for books did not diminish. Such as while working
The day would start and end with the book. Even after retiring from the job, there was no change in the rules.
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Amalbabu's book does not allow anyone to give him a hand Not just Amaladevi. He took care of his book more than himself.
His RKT habit is to keep a note in the diary if he likes any line of the book or if he has any information. He couldn't find an old diary last night. He would not have had to rush so fast to find something else.
As soon as Paramadevi asked him to find something, the thing that could not be found appeared in front of him before the end of his speech. But Amalbabu's mind did not allow Amaladebi to wake up that night.
Maybe it was in an old book drawer, he thought, and Amalbabu opened the drawer and discovered a blue-covered diary at one point in his search. This is not his diary. But who!
After flipping through the first two pages of the diary, he saw his and Paramadevi's names written in large letters with great skill. Amalbabu was surprised and said “Parma used to write diaries! And I never understood whether ”! In the diary, Paramadevi has recorded their first meeting, the feeling of being tied up in seven, the feeling of being the mother of the first child, all mixed with an unexpressed emotion.
Amalbabu liked to read. The old memories are being painted in front of him again. But, as the diary page is running out, a piece of black cloud seems to be engulfing Amalbabu's mind.
Today he returned home a little early after work. I see with a blue sari. How did he know that my favorite color was blue? That means he didn't forget about our wedding anniversary. With such a thought all the happiness of the world seemed to surround me.
But after a while when he came and said today is his friend's wife's birthday, the saree is for him. Then I realized that the burden of sudden suffering is much more than the sudden happiness. ”
A few words were blurred in the salt water of Amalbabu's eyes. Written on the very next page
Blue sari, walking hand in hand on the bank of the river, sitting on the roof all night under the sky, I captured the desires of the story in the cage of my mind like the words of a diary. Amalbabu today understood how far two people could be from the side.
What the heck, lunch that got cold. Open the door now. Amalbabu opened the door, stood in front of Amaladevi and placed his hands between his chest. "Is the wife getting old in front of the son?" "Blue sari, but if you still wear it, it will look good.
The river bank is more crowded, the old man has to be a little more careful. And they will count the two together. Let us start from the end. ” Amaladevi seemed to know the man she knew again today.
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