Is it okay for us to get married like this? As soon as I heard the word from Payel's mouth, I stopped. I immediately opened the door of thought. I thought and replied-- You must not want our relationship to be so long in marriage? Payal is silent. The streets of the city are empty of people. I was walking on the sidewalk holding Payal's hand, when I was walking holding his hand on a Thursday evening. Even after walking a long distance holding his hand, it seems, I just started walking, there are many more ways left. Thus three years passed. See you three times in a three year relationship. The first day I held his hand and said, we will walk far together. At this moment I remember the poem of the new poet-- one day I will walk across the highway holding your hand, I will walk on the way to the familiar city surrounded by alleys and alleys. Then, in shame, with a slightly red cheek, do not beg with timid eyes - 'Leave your hand', I will not leave your hand
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When I was in Barisal to pick up Payal. Payal was fast asleep then. Long distance relationship is ours. Where a long distance relationship means a very real situation. Being out of town for work or any other reason is a common occurrence. So will I stop love? Hundreds of miles away I didn’t even bother. Looking at the blue sky, I was not drowning in pain, I thought of a way without sighing, what can be done? I am walking with deep faith and love for each other. This is the day of messenger, exchange of hi-hello greetings on WhatsApp. Slowly moving forward, silently saying love. At one point he said, holding hands, if I say - love. Will you be upset Or put a little more pressure on my hand and say-- love, love, love. Floating from the other side of the messenger, love, love, love.
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I ran away from home last night, there was no traffic on the road. Looking around, I did not see the rickshaw. When walking is the only hope, then I am walking After walking some distance, I came and stood in front of Kazi's office. Kazi's office is locked. Mr. Kazi must be fast asleep now. Pawel's two girlfriends are supposed to come as witnesses We are waiting. What do I do at that time? There is a restaurant next door, where you can have breakfast. I crawled forward. Payal was relaxing then. She is a sleep crazy girl. Priyatma's newly woke-up face was never seen. He wakes up every day. How many crows have called me and rushed to his city in the morning. But I never saw his face covered with the soft sun of the morning, I never saw the fatigue and expectation in his sleepy eyes. Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally. Intoxication is working in the sleepy gaze of the beloved, raising hi one after another, his strange gaze is making me drunk.
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As soon as he finished breakfast, Kazi opened the lock of the office, at which time the witnesses left. The first marriage of the day starts with us Pawel's question.
- Where are we going now?
- Why, your father-in-law's house!
- Will Dad accept us?
- Why not? Of course, I am his son.
Payal is somewhat reassured. I am the son of a business man father. I understand business very well. Wanted to do business here too. He has matured to marry his business partner's daughter. I told you about Pawel. Dad refuses to comply. Didn't want to take the risk. Hanna Baba is not reluctant to make terrible decisions for his own interests. Payal is a little worried, runs away from home, looking for a new family. Will that family accept him? Growing up in the family of an honest mother, his life was surrounded by a sea of sorrow. The burden of sorrow grew and grew from sea to ocean. My arrival in the role of sailor. I am running across the ocean to the calm river.
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I'm standing in front of my parents with Payal, my father's angry words - I couldn't keep my promise to my friend. You have made me small in business society. I do not accept this marriage. Get out through the door you entered. What a beautiful natural way Dad said the words. I apologize to my father. Dad did not turn away. My mother is crying in the area, I remember my childhood, I would cry when my father was late after school holidays. Dad would buy chocolate and I would calm down. Dad used to walk with his fingers on his fingers. I thought of myself as a superhero then. My chest was bursting with grief.
My father was having the same problem. I left the house. I looked at the building for the last time. There are cries inside, tears are flowing from Payal's eyes. I am not letting him understand my inner pain, I am saying with courage that there are many places under the sky of the Creator.
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A small house. Arranged furniture, our family is busy arranging love in small naughtiness. Where there is no imperfection, full of love. Three months have passed. Suddenly, one day, to receive my mother's phone call, my mother's haughty voice - will I be able to come home tomorrow? 'No! Couldn't tell. I promised to come. As soon as he set foot on the gate of the house, he was covered with depression. There are hundreds of memories on the four walls of this building. But today I am not one of these people. I entered like a stranger. As soon as she set foot in the house, her mother cried, took her hand and sat her down in the dining room All my favorite foods present at the dining. At that moment, the father pulled the chair and sat down. At one point in the meal, he said, "Make arrangements to divorce Payal." A friend of mine, a divorce specialist lawyer, is telling him to make all the arrangements. I did not answer my father's words. I told my mother-- Mom, cooking is very good, come to our house one day, your aunt cooks very well.
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Dad's words are ringing in my ears, Pawel's face is floating. I can't push Payel away if I want to. The girl is alive with a deep faith in me, once that faith is broken she will stop breathing. Faith is a thing that, once broken like glass, does not take a second time. We hope and trust because we have faith. We love because we have faith. Because we have faith, we are always trying to do better in the future. Because we have faith, we are in the habit of re-arranging the world. Payal's survival depends on that belief.
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It is raining outside on holidays, it is raining profusely. The dark sky came again, the fragrance of rain came through the wind. This old heart is rocking my pool again today. Poet Rabindranath Tagore has written innumerable poems about Ashar. Like his poem, the arrival of rain with thunder and rain. The first day of the monsoon season of 1429 BS is the first Ashar. Mahadev Saha says in his poem, before the invention of paper, people wrote love poems in the sky of the mind. That love poem is this rain, this full rain. In the above verses, the love poems spoken by Ravi Tagore or Mahadev Saha, we see them in real life. In the rain of Ashar, the lover's heart is lifted and love falls. The most romantic feeling in the Bengali mind is the melody of spirituality.
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Office is closed today, Friday, the first rain outside Ashar! This torrential rain is making my mind loving again. I was fast asleep till morning. As soon as I woke up, I discovered that Payal was sleeping with his head on my chest in absolute peace, aha, what is his sleep. While sleeping, the girl is feeling very magical, love is being created in her magical eyes, why is there so much magic in these eyes? I think I have lost everything in the world
The stars in those eyes. Lost in imagination, lost in love. At that moment the calling bell rang. Who knocks on this full rainy afternoon. Not wanting to open the door, Priya will wake up as soon as I get up. A continuous calling bell is ringing, Payal wakes up without me noticing. In a fit of annoyance, Payal stepped forward and as soon as he opened the door, two middle-aged men entered the room. Payal was shocked. Yes, I am looking! What am I looking at? Dreams are real. Dad said-- As soon as Aslam Boomer was cooking, I went out to the market with my bag. There are tears in Payel's eyes, maybe it's a cry of happiness.