Haru Ghosh was leaning against a huge banyan tree by the canal. The god of the sky looked at him and looked at him.
Haru's raw-ripe hair and the rough skin of the spring were scorched and burned. But he did not notice anything. The world, built on the self-pity of fifty-one years with the dumb subconscious of the century-old youth, has vanished in the blink of an eye.
The god of the sky sighed and let out a roar. Then came the heavy rain.
Even the dense leaves of the banyan tree did not stop the rain for a long time. Haru looked up and got wet. The pungent marine odor gradually weighed down on the place. From inside the nearby bush, Care began to smell sweet. A snake was obsessed with a thin green leaky wrapped around a kayak. After applying rain water on his body, he slowly opened the lid and came out of the bush. For a moment, he stared at Haru with crooked eyes and disappeared between his two legs in the hollow of the banyan tree.
It is unlikely that anyone here will easily discover Haru. Meanwhile, there is no human settlement. Meanwhile, no one needs to come, no one wants to come easily. The villagers love to be afraid. Outside the village, they have exploited the dense jungle and deep solitude on both sides of the canal. The existence of ghosts may be in the cowardly imagination of the villagers, but there is no doubt that the place is the kingdom of snakes.
While the light of day was still on, a couple of brave passers-by from Bajitpur broke through the field and shortened the path with the help of an almost invisible path under the grass. The road to Gaodia is as soon as someone crosses the canal in a boat. You don't have to walk even half a mile to reach the village. Chandi's mother sometimes comes here in the afternoon to pick wood. Jamini Kabirag's Chela picks up a bush every week. In the month of Kartik-Agrahayan, snakes from Vingaon sometimes come to catch snakes. And no one forgets to set foot here.
When the rain stopped, Bella came to Kabar. At one end of the sky there was a hint of color like a cowardly shame. The birds flew and perched on the branches of the banyan tree, and when they saw Wee's party flying in the sky with their wings out of a hole in the ground some distance away, they suddenly flew in that direction again. The squirrel of the tree came down at one point, finding courage in Haru's constant motion. Meanwhile, a chameleon in a net of bundigacha soon caught many insects. A fox turned his face again and again and looked at Haru as he came to the front with the baby of the dead Shalik in his face. They feel. Who knows how it feels!
Shashi said, moving the boat towards Govardhan. Near that willow tree. Can't get down here.
The bank of the canal in front of the banyan tree is very sloping. It has slipped in the rain. Govardhan pushed the log and moved the boat to the side! The water of the river at a distance of seven miles has increased by three hands in twenty-four hours. The current in the canal is not less. Holding a branch of the willow tree, Govardhan fixed the boat and said, "You will sit on the bed, come, Babu, I am laying."
Shashi said, you bastard, don't touch you.
Govardhan said, touched or who knows? Why can you get rid of the fog?
Shashi thought, the word is not a lie. When it falls, Haru's whole body will become muddy. What more insult to the corpse than Govardhana touches? He died in an accident. Mukti Haru's Govardhana did not touch him, nor did he touch him.
Income, however, both of them down. Pull the boat with the tree, it will be difficult to move. Well, Govardhan went to jail before the light. It got dark.
With the lights on, Govardhan tied the boat with moss and climbed to the top. They grabbed Haru and brought him back to the boat. Shashi sighed and said, "Go, open the boat, Govardhan." And look, you touch him.
Need to touch again!
Shashi was returning from the city. As he sat in the boat, he saw a ghostly man leaning against a tree in the dim light of the evening. People do not stand like that in the kingdom of snakes at this time without being mad. Shashir's amazement and curiosity knew no bounds. He did not respond by shouting and asked Govardhan to row the boat. Govardhan did not agree at first. Where will people come from at such a time. Shashir and the eyes are wrong. In fact, even if he has seen something, there is no use in taking a close look at that thing, which means it is better to return home this time. But Shashi passed the college in Calcutta and became a doctor. He did not listen to any objections of Govardhan. It was said that if there is a ghost, then Govardhan will tie it up and return the boat.
There was still light in the sky. The silvery appearance of the water around the Haru was not completely extinguished. Shashi could recognize Haru as soon as he saw her approaching.
O Govardhan, what does our Haru do here?
Govardhan's face did not move for a long time. He asked in a hushed voice, "Is the little boy dead?"
Is dead. Lightning struck.
Ah, the hair is burning wildly!
Shashir might have smiled when he heard Govardhana mourning for the hair of the man who had died, instead of Haru. But finding Haru in this condition outside the village shocked him. Haru has children, relatives and friends, what a miserable accident he died alone under a tree behind everyone's eyes! Govardhan's words made his mind even sadder.