Nitu's mood has been forty-nine since this morning. The mind is also irritable. He doesn't like anything. Nitu does not get peace in anything. Repeatedly looking at the mobile in the palm of the hand to see if any SMS is coming.
No, no SMS. Every morning for the last three months, one SMS comes to Nitu's mobile from an unknown number. But did not come today.
Before Nitu woke up, he read the SMS. Nitu didn't pay attention to the first SMS. I used to get angry.
But now it has happened that one day when the SMS is late, the temper of Nitu's mood starts to increase.
'' The crow sits on the electric wire and calls,
The morning sun is in your bed.
Wake up in the sunlight,
Fresh paper with a cup of tea.
Thousands of papers,
Good news to you today.
Good morning with this wish.
Another day comes,
'' The melody of custom floats from afar,
The sound wakes you up.
New melody, new day, new morning, new you.
All your tunes today,
Be as nice as new.
Good morning with this wish.
Good morning before Nitu wakes up now. Then named from the bed. A lot of times when I wake up at three or four o'clock in the morning by mistake, I wonder if good morning is coming by looking at my mobile before I go to sleep.
This first good morning no SMS comes. That's why Nitu's mood is four or nine.
Good morning, never call Nitu or miss a call. He doesn't even send any SMS all day long. Good morning, he doesn't even want to know his own name or Nitu's name.
But Nitu very much wishes to get good morning, good afternoon, good afternoon, good evening, good night, happy birthday, holy Boishakh, Eid Mubarak, all SMS.
Nitu never replied to any SMS. But Nitu is very eager to reply to the good morning SMS. But there are many reasons for not getting it. Nitu doesn't even send a reply for many days. Saves
A few days ago, Nitu called this number once with his father's mobile,
-Hello, Assalamualaikum, your number is not saved on my mobile, can I know who you are for our convenience?
Nitu immediately cuts the line. Even if the line is cut, the boy's voice gets stuck. Good morning in Nitu's imagination. Very polite, humble, elegant, smart, beautiful to look at, fair complexion, thick black hair, drawn eyes, dry nose. Nitu saves the unknown number on his mobile phone in the name of good morning.
Nitu has no boyfriend. She doesn't mix with any boys. It would be wrong to say only boy Bandu, no man in the world likes Nitu. To Nitu, all men are wolves and tigers. No third person in the world knows about wolves and tigers. The second man is Nitu's brother-in-law.
Nitu's elder sister Mitu. When Mitu comes to this house, he is always busy with Dulabhai's story. There are no good people in the world like your brother-in-law, your brother-in-law has never met any girl in his life, how many girls bother your brother-in-law, but your brother-in-law doesn't find them, your brother-in-law is an impossibly good man, and so on.
Mitu is very happy with an impossibly good son-in-law. Nitu's happiness in Mitu's happiness.
Six years ago, Nitu was in class nine. Mitu will then have his first child. Mitu is lying in a hospital bed. Nitu has been with his sister since morning.
In the afternoon, Mitu's good man comes to the hospital from the office. Nitu goes to Mitu's house from the hospital. Mitu prepares food, clothes, flax, milk for the hospital.
After finishing his work, Nitu sat down to watch TV. Dulabhai arrives at eleven o'clock at night. Nitu raises the rice on the table. When he finished eating rice, he sat in front of the TV with Nitu. They talk about what the new baby will be called and watch TV.
- Nitu was very stressed on his body all day. Feeling very tired. Can you make tea?
- Oma, why can't I, brother?
- Give me a cup of tea with a little effort. Milk and sugar are all in the kitchen. You also eat a cup.
-Okay, you watch TV. I made it and brought it.
Nitu goes to the kitchen to make tea. In this gap, Dulabhai puts a CD in the CD player and plays it.
Nitu brings two cups of tea. They watch TV while drinking tea. Suddenly Dulabhai presses the remote and gives AV channel. The very hard blue picture continues. Nitu's eyes closed. It was the first time in Nitu's life that he saw such a picture.
Nitu removes his eyes. But the scenes are eye-catching. Dulabhai increases the volume. Nitu can't close his ears. Nitu's words stopped. She looks down at the floor with one glance.
-Dulabhai, what did you give all this? Closed. He gave the play.
Nitu closes his eyes. He puts his hand on Nitu's watch. Nitu fought hard to free himself. Nitu lost the battle.
The news comes very early in the morning. Mitu gave birth to a baby girl at the hospital. Dulabhai went to the hospital. Nitu came home with great difficulty. Nitu's whole body came in fever with severe pain and shivering. This fever lasts for ten days.
Since that incident, Nitu has hated all the men in the world. To Nitu, male means wolf and tiger. The wolf puts his paw on the tiger whenever he gets a chance. So to this day he has not mingled with or talked to any man. He does not even go to the house of any relative easily.
Today, after six years, good morning, Nitu is starting to feel good. Suffers for his sms. Looking at the mobile again and again. It is four o'clock in the afternoon. Why didn't good morning come today, some of his reasons just comforted himself in his mind.
The first reason is that the good morning mobile phone may have been lost or stolen. The second reason may be, good morning, no more SMS. Because I did not reply to any of his SMS. The third reason ...
Suddenly Nitu's mobile started ringing. An unknown number. Nitu never picks up the phone of unknown number. I keep wondering if he will pick up the phone. Nitu looks at the mobile. The line is cut from the ring.
Read a little ফোন the phone comes again from the same number. Nitu pressed the receive button without thinking.
-Hello
-Slamalaikum
-Alaikum as salam, who was saying?
-I'm Dr. Kamrun Nahar, from Square Hospital.
- Say yes
- Can you come to our hospital?
- Tell me why?
- I needed a little. It is not possible to say everything on the telephone. You might, in fact, be good for us, for a present, and for you.
-Tick. I'm coming.
- Come to the reception and say my name, they will show you my room.
Nitu immediately snatched the shirt and left. Drives by itself. He doesn't take the driver.
It takes ten minutes to reach Square Hospital from Dhanmondi. Nitur takes forty minutes as there is a traffic jam on the road.
-Slamualaikum madam. You called me.
-Yes, sit down.
- I called you because a patient came to our hospital this morning. 3/4 pedestrians left him in the emergency. As far as is known, the boy suffered a brain hemorrhage while walking in the morning and fell on the road. We can no longer find those who are left in the hospital.
We started the boy's treatment. According to the MRI report, the boy had a blood clot in his vein. He was kept in the ICU. He has to have an emergency operation.
The sooner the operation can be done, the better. The boy is now in a coma. We do not know when knowledge will return.
- Why did you call me?
-Yes. You see, every hospital has its own rules and regulations. We have done as much as we can in the humanitarian aspect. But there are some things that no one can avoid his responsibility. We found a wallet and a cell phone in the boy's pocket.
There is another bank card in the wallet. Today the bank is closed, so we could not take his information or inform the people nearby.
Nitu looks at Dr. Kamurun Nahar's face.
- We get your number on his mobile. Save the name as "My Dream". We believe you are very close to him. Maybe his wife. Here is this mobile.
Nitu was surprised with the mobile in his hand. The boy's mobile and Nitu's mobile are the same mobile. IPhone Five. Color black. Two yellow rose oil papers on the boy's mobile. Two red roses on Nitu's mobile.
Nitu goes to the SMS folder of the boy's mobile. Inbox is empty. All the SMS sent to Nitu in the out box. Nitu goes to the phone list. There, in my dream, Nitu's number is saved in Bengali. Save "Good Morning" in Bengali on Nitu's mobile.
Nitu made a ring from the boy's mobile to his own mobile. At the same time, the boy's mobile phone floated "in my dream" and "good morning" floated on Nitu's mobile.
- Where's the boy now?
-He is kept in ICU.
- What do I have to do?
A signature must be given on this paper for the boy's operation. And the hospital has a bill. Thirty one thousand eight hundred and sixty rupees. Once the bill is submitted, we can take action.
- Can I see the little boy?
-Of course, come with me.
Nitu enters the ICU room and stops. The boy is even more beautiful than the picture that Nitu drew in his imagination. Pale complexion, drawn eyes, dry nose, thick black hair.
Good morning, there is Oxygen Max in the face, saline in the hands, pipe in the nose, pulse sensor in the chest. Good morning is asleep, Nitu is very eager to put his hand on the head of good morning.
-When will his knowledge return?
- We will understand after the operation. Nothing can be said before that. He is now in a coma. Will you sign the paper?
-Yes, let's go.
Nitu signs the forest paper. Do not write your name on the signature. Signed Good Morning briefly in English. Dr. Kam Run Nahar understands nothing. Nitu deposited Rs 32,000 in the hospital with his bank card.
-Thanks you, you don't have to worry. We are trying our best. The rest is in Ayala's hands.
- I want to say something.
- Yes.
-You can find out by calling other numbers in his mobile. Whether people close to him are available. I don't know anyone in his family.
- Who are you?
-No one.
Dr. Kamar Run looks at Nahar Nitu's face. Nitu leaves.
Nitu doesn't like anything after coming home. The mind feels very restless. Nitu longs to hold the good morning hand to his cheek. To put his hand on his head.
Early the next morning, Nitu went to the hospital again. Nitu likes to come in front of the ICU room very much. Lots of people in front of the room. Good morning mother, father, brother, sister, uncle and aunt. A couple of people go in and come out.
Nitu can't forget good morning. Can't hold hands with him. A little eye fell through the glass outside the door. Nitu comes home.
Nitu enters his room and closes the door, he doesn't eat anything at night. After performing ablution, he prayed two rak'ats and prayed to Allah for a good morning. Nitu woke up at half past five in the morning.
He went to the hospital again. Today Nitu will forget the good morning. Good morning, your hands will be on your cheeks and you will be sitting. No matter how many people there are, Nitu will do it.
Nitu stopped in front of the ICU door. Good morning in the room. Another patient is lying down. A nurse applied saline. Nitu is very happy in his mind. Good morning is said to be taken to the cabin. When the nurse leaves the ICU.
-Listen
- Yes, he said
- There was a present in this room yesterday. Can you tell me how many rooms he has been taken to?
-Who are you that patient?
- I'm his friend.
-Oh, the boy died around eleven last night.
At once Nitu's world became dark. The whole hospital went dark. Nitu sat down on the bench in front of the ICU room. Nitu reads the last SMS of good morning on the mobile in his hand.
'' Birth and death are in his hands.
Dreams in my hands.
The color of the dream is blue.
Butterflies in the blue sky.
Across the sky like a butterfly.Ure berak your mind, with the color of my dreams.Good morning with this wish.Nitu's eyes started dripping with tears ....
Good morning dear