Did the winter get a little longer today? In the middle of Shirshendu's book, which he had bought three days ago, Rifat felt that the cover on him was not cold. Will you give the kanthata above? Although I did not want to move at all. Work is underway on a new line at Mangalmara Haor, so there is no electricity for two days, even though it is difficult to charge a mobile phone. The computer will not work, the mobile will be off, the TV will not work, books can be read by organizing a lot. Rifat liked to think! Fingers in the gap of the book, the yellowish light of the hurricane, the cold undisturbed coating, the hem hem obsession, a familiar smell, all looked good to him. Rifat looked at the clock, 2:20… Many nights for the muffsball. If there is no electricity on it, everything goes awry in the evening. People are afraid. Rifat read the book. He turned the page of the book and saw the number written at the bottom. 333: Satan's favorite number. There is something really wrong with the numbers. Is there a book on numerology available? He suddenly became interested. Rifat didn't have much time to think about it, he pushed the suitcase on the cupboard on the left side of the bed and fell to the ground.
Although there was no reason for it, it is only possible to wear it immediately if someone pushes it, plus a very heavy thing. So did someone with three hundred and thirty-three push him to let himself know? Rifat smiled as soon as the thought came to his mind. Thoughts sometimes become juicy without knowing it. Then it seems that the thought is not actually one's own, someone else is sitting inside the head thinking. Could that really happen? Many people have done research on telepathy and many have been successful. Without any means, it is possible to suppress another's thoughts and consciousness, even inanimate matter. Willpower… will power…. With which the closed door can be opened by lying on the bed, floating in the air. Renowned Magician P.C. The will power of the slave was amazing. He could mesmerize people in the blink of an eye. Rifat decided that he would read something about hypnosis. The suitcase was later, it is not possible to put this monster packed in a pile of heavy clothes on top again. But it has to be removed from here. Rifat necessarily stood up. This is probably called winter bite. Not romantic at all. Rifat felt that someone had thrown him into Antarctica without notice. Smoke billows through the gap in the door. The scene looked haunting in the light of the hurricane. I don't believe in ghosts, ghost fut is a foul thing! Bogus. Rifat listened to himself in soliloquy. I didn't understand why I heard it. So is he scared? Can there be an element of fear in the flow of fog coming from under the door? The matter seemed to him as gossipy and ridiculous as a ghost story. But Rabindranath has also written about this cheap subject. People write whatever they believe in. If you believe in God, there is nothing to disbelieve in ghosts. In the Muslim religion, if you do not believe in jinn, you become a heretic. The idea is that the jinn of the bad species frighten people by pretending to be ghosts.
… Maybe the jinns don't have to create ghosts, they are born ghosts and live. Rifat wrapped his black sheet around his body and stood on the verandah, although the sheet looked very childish this winter. Like holding an elephant by the hand. The kitchen is next to the bathroom across the porch. Rifat increased the light of the hurricane a little. After drinking a glass of water, he went into the bathroom, and as soon as he entered, he remembered that there was no water in the tap. There should be water in the bucket, otherwise it does not mean to wake up the world by pressing the tubewell, it is better to repair the work with tissue. Rifat tilted the bucket and got water like a vessel, left it in the mug to wash his face. Rifat was sitting on the commode anxiously. Suddenly it seemed as if someone was standing by the door outside the bathroom, Rifat could clearly hear the sound of his breathing. Mistake of the mind, he understood himself, but it was as if a delusion, a fear came and overwhelmed him without his knowledge. Rifat decided he would not leave the bathroom before dawn.
The matter was ridiculously ridiculous. As soon as it came to his mind, he came to the door. It is still there. Rifat heard the sound of someone moving a little on the other side, and the sound of sighing came out. As if someone held his breath for a long time. Without thinking, he turned the knob of the door, pulled the hatch and opened the door. নেই .No one. Ignoring the winter breeze, Rifat ran to the front porch, looked at the kitchen and quickly saw a shadow merge with the wall. This first Rifat was really scared, he thought a lot of people or something else was looking at him. Perulo Rifat, the hurricane, came to the front of the parents' house with his fists on his hands and feet. Enter the room next to the bed. The hurricane is how it is, the oil is probably running out. All around is silent. Rifat could see in the dim darkness of Shunshan silence and Nivu Nivu light who was lying under the bed. Rifat's body went cold. The fading light of the hurricane was still spreading, as soon as the hurricane was taken down from the table and placed on the table, the thing that was crouching under the cover seemed to move a little. Rifat comforted himself, imagining it. Indulging in these means madness. The biggest way to get rid of the illusion is touch, Rifat stepped forward towards the bed. The body is dripping with sweat.
Nice writing!