The end of impermanence
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He has a bushy beard on his face. He has curly hair on his head. He wears an old Punjabi bag on his shoulder. It is unknown at this time what he will do after leaving the post.
One or the other will be surrounded by humorous discussions and criticisms around him. But when he is called a poet in front, his face becomes brighter with gadagad bhakti again. As if there is no other person like him who is very proud. Maybe he likes to be called a poet. Favorite. Even today no one has read his poems.
Every time he is called a poet in the chat room of friends, Anti looks at Anitya's smiling sweet face with wide eyes. Even to introduce himself as a friend, it takes a lot of pushing inside.
Jannat used to wear hijab again inside everyone. Due to which everyone had a strong belief that he is incomparable in terms of deposit. One day when he went to the washroom with the beginning of faith, he left the bag with him indefinitely. By! The chain was opened with the bag forcibly from Jannat. There is nothing inside but a single notebook. One of them quickly turned the pages. There is nothing white in all the pages. Another time it turned upside down. Now it was as if one eye fell in the middle of the book. Now he turned the page gently and went to that page. Wow! Such a beautiful drawing. Again the picture of the end. Exactly matched. Although the word 'Apsara seen in a dream' is not written at the bottom of the picture. Everyone said in unison that he has an impermanent talent.
At the same time, everyone looked after the end. The end of the impermanence started humming like a bee, humming like a bee. The end of the impermanence got angry and left.
Until Anitya returned, everyone was silent and changed the topic so that he could not understand if his bag was open.
Seeing the picture, Anti herself was amazed with fascination. Unknowingly, her heart was shaking. Wow! Says. After dealing with all the stress of the day, he slipped into the water of Dharna to get a smooth pink body. As soon as he understood the eyes, the picture floated in the mind of the end. He is floating in the world of imagination. If he cuts his hair and beard, will he look very handsome and smart? When he was drowning in these thoughts in the morning, the water of the shower rushed away. Aunty shouted and said- the bath is not over today because of the child of the child. It doesn't feel good.
A few days later, he suddenly lost consciousness in the middle of the conversation. He was rushed to the hospital by a campus ambulance. Although something serious was found out from the hospital, but a little pressure problem. Rest is needed.
That day, the responsibility of keeping the bag left by Anitya fell on Antir's shoulders. What else would he do? He took the bag straight home. Then he pulled out the notebook from the bag. Then he put his hand on his picture a few times. Then he turned the page thinking. Something like a poem is written. In the whole poem, his description is full of all the words and is as glamorous as an ornament. But when he read the last line, he was very shocked.
"Anti is just a name, a prostitute to me in appearance."
As he read the line, he cringed in shame. Mannagar was filled with rage and hatred. Chh: impermanence is such a bad mentality.
From then on, he spread his anger till night and went to the campus the next day and threw the bag in anger. He opened the matter to everyone in anger. He should be beaten. He is a lustful man in the house. He does not tremble to call his friend a prostitute. I have known for so long that he is a madman. In fact, he does not have the minimum qualifications to be our friend.
Anitya was going to say something for the purpose of everyone but could not create an environment.
Anitya put her hand on her face and walked for a while. Then she threw the bag, put five fingers inside her long hair and looked at the sky. She said to herself, "The mistake is really mine.
What did he think later? He took out a match from his pocket and lit the bag. He muttered again and said again- no more poetry. Who doesn't like to be a poet.
After that day, he cut his hair and beard and changed it to a new look. Now he looks very smart, although in the meeting of friends, but his dirty color has not been washed away. So he does not mix with anyone by himself. He feels very comfortable to be alone. Sitting under a tree and reading a book.
After a few years like this. Aunty sat down with a Bengali dictionary one day. As a Bengali, it is important to master a lot of Bangla words. From the beginning, the word Apsara came to the fore without reading a few pages.
Emma! Apsara means whore! Heaven! That is impermanent .... Ish seat.