Me or him

Nafiza is sleeping. Whispering, Opash returned. Her

The face is not visible. I feel restless

Looks like. Maybe I can't see his face, that's why.

I got up and stood on the side of the bed. One

Hands under head and other hands close to chest

He is lying with. What an innocent face! I'm her

I kissed his forehead. Sleep well.

Nafiza. My beloved wife.

There is no clock in this room. I'm out of the house

Let's go downstairs. Thirty-seven minutes past seven.

I opened the big window next to the dining table

. Marks today's date in the calendar

To keep. Today is a special day. This day

Not to be forgotten.

Well which marker pen should I use? No

Color? Black or red?

Can't decide. Heads up.

Nowadays it is becoming more. Marker pen in both hands

I'm standing with.

Well ... just toss! This is a simple matter

Why did not come to mind at first!

I tossed. Black marker. Hmmm ... bad

No. It will be like a day of mourning. Ha ha ha.

I came to the dining room again. In the calendar

Going to mark the day on 26th February

I was very surprised. Exactly that day is red

Mark the goal with.

Who gave it?

Nafiza?

Nato, why would he give!

Or is Nafiza suspecting something?

Nah, nothing is going through my head.

Suddenly I remembered the word and laughed

. Today is our wedding anniversary. Nafiza maybe

That is why today is marked.

I have been thinking about everything for so long!

I put the black marker on the red spot

I turned around and drew. Looks a little weird. Let's see.

You just have to leave the marker in two places. Someone

You will never find it.

Take a bath from the downstairs bathroom, freshen up

I came out and saw that favorite face. Nafiza window

Sitting in a nearby chair. Winter morning.

But today is a little sunny. In the dim sunlight

Nafiza looks more beautiful than before.

He is staring at the distant sky

.

"Did you sleep well at night?"

Nafiza glanced back. Small in the face

A smile appeared on his face. The look became easier.

I stared in fascination.

"Yes ... yours?"

"Good."

Nafizar made two cups of coffee from a coffee-maker

Holding a cup in his hand, one in front of him

I sat in the chair.

The baby hugs the cup with both hands like a girl

Nafiza is sipping it little by little.

Maybe seeing me staring at him

He turned to me.

"Has something happened?"

I pulse the no-indicator head. “You are very beautiful

I feel like Nafiza. ”

He lowered his head. A shy smile appeared

In his face. I stared with similar fascinated eyes

.

The same eyes, the same lips, the same nose, the same eyes

The hair of a tree that came in front. I see it every day.

Not just today, I am fascinated every day. This is black

Why does the girl look so beautiful? Unbearable

What a beauty!

I put the cup of coffee down. Nafizar

As soon as he approached, he understood what he meant.

"No ... no ... not now," he said softly

I do not agree. I picked him up on my lap. This

The time is only ours.

I am a happy person. Pretty happy. Like being unhappy

Nothing happens to me. Maybe

That's why sometimes something terrible happens to me

Is very willing to.

Terrible ... very terrible.

Today is the day to do something terrible.

***

I have discovered myself since I became enlightened

I did it with more than fifty boys.

I lived in a big hall. Together

I ate, slept, read, and even fought.

Everyone calls the place an orphanage.

Was I an orphan?

Those who do not have parents are called orphans. My father

There was a mother. I was unwelcome to them

Children. My condition is a lot of 'not even from'

Like

Yes, in that sense I am an orphan.

Something very bad about orphanages in Bangladesh

Is thought. Many people think that inside the orphanage

There is no plague of rules and regulations. Wrong way.

We have to go through quite strict rules

Would. The food was also good. Every Friday

Meat was arranged. On Friday

The fight was more between us. Food

Quarrel with

At that time Neyamat Ali Huzur was with all of us

He used to beat me with a cane. No more trouble

If he did, he would be punished separately.

Terrible punishment.

This was the horror of our orphanage life

The man.

My best friend while there

There was Abdullah. One day the blessing is the punishment of the lord

He fell in love. The result is a high fever at night.

Once vomiting blood. Before nightfall and before dawn

Death before. I was by his side all the time.