My heart is thirsty

My heart is thirsty

The hundred-year-old thatched house stands cool in the late afternoon yellow sun.  Three-step wide staircase.  Then the vast balcony.  The medium-sized dogwood tree bordering the balcony is covered in white flowers.  Right next to it, a southern magnolia basks in the sun majestically.  The heavenly fragrance is flying from the mixed white and yellow flowers.  A woman with long hair was seen under that tree.  Wearing white top, yellow skirt.  Open hair up to the waist.  Toned fair complexion.  Pink smooth lipstick of famous brand on the lips.  Syed said with a hoarse voice, 'Aslamalikum madamji.  What is the commotion?

Longangini smiled faintly, 'Right.  Aap kaisa hai Syed Bhai?'

- Very well.  Yeh Meri friend Akash.  Bangladesh se aya hai.

Prithila did not notice the five feet eleven inches tall young man standing beside Syed for so long.  He was a little surprised to hear about Bangladesh.  The boy was looking at him.  As soon as he met his eyes, he greeted in a gentle voice.  Prithila answered the greeting and said, 'You are Bangladeshi?'
-'Gee.'
-'Where did you take admission?'
The sky was silent.
- 'Have you brought the job?'
- "No."
Prithila's forehead fell, 'Then?'
Akash looked at Syed a little embarrassed.  Syed said in awe, 'Aap bolye yo vi bol na hai.  Hamara madam ji dil ka bahut nek hai.'
Akash cleared his throat and said, 'The matter is a bit complicated.'
In Prithila's voice, the state's displeasure flashed, 'It is not possible to stay in my hostel if it is illegal.  sorry brother  You go somewhere else.'
Akash was insulted and said, 'I'm not illegal yet.  There are three more months at hand.
- 'What do you mean?'
- "The visa has three more months." 
-'What will happen after three months?'
- The visa will be renewed.  Otherwise I will go to the country.
Prithila was very upset.  He knows these third class native people very well.  Illegally clinging to foreign soil for years.  Don't mention going.  How much money will Kamla earn by working like Kalur's oxen?  The majority of that income will be sent to the country.  You will live like a slum dweller all your life.  Low class mentality ... very low class! 

to be continue…