Joy got down from the CNG and got almost half wet and entered the customer service center. Outside, the cloud was in a bad mood. He could not be saved even though he came from the road in such a hurry. Pulling out the wet T-shirt that was wrapped around his body, he passed the waiting chair and the token-counter, and when he came to the front of the service counter, he did not notice. Three service counters in the same row. Looking at the different numbers one or two floating on the digital display above the head, it is understood that there are actually three counters here. Otherwise, it would have been very difficult for an outsider to think of the three counters as separate, with one desk as long as the high tables baked against the walls of a cheap fast food store.
Joy walked straight and stood in front of counter number two. Pushing the glass door and going straight to the service counter, the counter number two actually falls in front. At the counter number two, Joy was immediately startled to see the girl working towards the desk. Mithila! As soon as he was startled, he became conscious. The feeling of the wet body's rinrin disappeared in one fell swoop. Counters number one and three are located on either side of counter number two. As soon as he recognized Mithila, he quickly turned his eyes towards the two side counters. Both the counters are empty and the word 'Closed' written in red English letters on the digital display of the number of the counter above is rising and falling after a certain period of time. In other words, work must be done at the number two service counter for now! Impossible! Immediately thinking of the impending unpreparedness, Joy quickly turned around and stepped out, "How can I help you, sir?"
Turning his hesitant face towards the counter, he said in one breath, "I have lost a mobile phone. I want to pick up the SIM again."
"For this, sir, you have to take a token from the token counter for SIM re-placement, and you have to wait for the serial that will come in the token."
Mithila said the words in one breath as she was busy looking at some papers like the survey form spread on the desk. For once, he did not look up at Joy.
Surprise! How does a person working in customer service talk to a customer who comes to receive the service from its less incomplete attention? Is there any issue between them in terms of professional values? Or is this the only exception to win?
Maybe Mithila saw him while he was walking carelessly while fixing his wet T-shirt. And immediately he became aware. That's why he didn't look at the desk for once. And at least because of the minimal professional values, even if the communication is incomplete, he has talked to Joy and provided the necessary information. The second thought was more likely to be right and Joy immediately brought speed to both legs. He hurried to the door, pushed the glass, and raised his neck to the outside. Frozen urban roads are enduring the brunt of the reckless rains of autumn. There is not a single rickshaw-CNG on the side of the road. Right next to him, eight or ten people are huddled under a tripod pulled over a rolled-up fruit shop, trying to somehow save their heads.
Joy saw no other way but to walk to the over bridge. The desire to get so wet did not come from inside. Who knows, the intoxication of knowing people constantly peeking into the subconscious may have controlled him.
When he returned, he took a token from the token counter for SIM re-placement. The serial number 151 came in the token. He looked at the counter display before sitting in the waiting chair. Serial number 134 is running. I have to sit for a long time. Three or four corporate advertisements are being shown on the flat TV facing the opposite wall of the waiting chair. In the meanwhile, an advertisement was made by Joy himself. A ninety second commercial. An emotive scenario of the simple life style of the village and how the telecom service of this particular company has become essential. After a while, he was in a state of discomfort when he saw his own advertisement.
It's a rainy day, but the service center is fully air-conditioned. In the meanwhile, Joy felt a feeling of sweating all over his body. This is a problem for creative people - creations of their own suffering seem cheap and incomplete at one time. To Joy, the self-made advertisement image that kept running in front of his eyes seemed to be just an act of cheating people.
This is what happened in the case of Joy. A group of young people who have completed their studies are very much aware of the society at first. Unemployed, evening after night, night after night, criticism of exploitative corporate policy and arguments over corruption and mismanagement of government institutions came to the fore. Day by day the cigarette brand descended from Benson to Darby. The rest of the book becomes heavy with tea. Gradually, many of them became desperate for government jobs at one time, and one corporate job at a time was like 'I saw a chariot, I also sold bananas'. What else is there to do but accept this harshness of reality?
Before she could finish her self-defense, a sweet woman's voice came from the counter number two, "Serial number one hundred and fifty-one ..."
Joy stood in front of counter number two. Mithila smiled softly as she checked the information on the laptop to find out the number of the lost SIM.
"The mobile phone was not stolen. It was lost. And I'm not a celebrity at all. The word 'celebrity' is in my head." Joy took out the national identity card and the picture from his wallet.
"Oh, sorry! The word will be 'Legend'. You have to fill out this form."
Mithila said leading the form towards victory.
Joy could not understand whether the last words were encouraging or sarcastic. Hearing the voice of the voice again, both of them seemed possible to him.
There are many girls who understand the weakness of people of the opposite sex and always do the opposite to keep them attracted to themselves. Joy did not want to understand for so long that Mithila is still one of them because of the constant change in the sky and the underworld every three years. As soon as he understood the matter, he got the explanation of the situation after entering the service center in a wet body.
After completing the form, Joy gave the money for SIM re-placement. Meanwhile, Mithila left a photocopy of her national identity card and returned it to Joy. Along with a carbon copy of the form, money receipt and new SIM.
"And don't tell me you get suffocated after sitting for eight hours straight. How many places do you hang out, how many people do you hang out with. Funny life!" Mithila let out a sigh.
"How long is today's shift?" "A victory over a few words in preparation for a fair farewell.
"Till five. Ah ... Ro ... Od ... Shaminit! Tuku gets so annoyed at the end! Oops!"
After a long break, when people meet close people, they try to know the change of each other in different ways. It is innate. Joy says to match his mental state,
"Well, the rain has stopped. I'm waiting near the overbridge." "No, no. No need to wait. People will disturb you!"
"No one has disturbed me here. No one will disturb me there either. No one knows me." Joy came out saying the words in a tone of self-pity.
After the rain, the sidewalk shops near the overbridge have started to sit again. A few fruit shops. How many clothes shops. Van of fried gram-nuts. Shoemaker A floating tea-cigarette shop. A rickshaw lying half-submerged on the slope of the road nearby. Stream of dirty water adjacent to the sidewalk. The whole Dhaka city sighed in unison. Joy stands in this place and tries to see everything anew. How everything starts again after a sudden rhythm falls. Is everything going to start with the previous initiative in the normal way? No, not going. After the unintentional break, going to start everything in a new way, all the work is like a sultry feeling of fatigue and compassion. Everyone has to live by doing things. Joy finds nothing but tedious responsibility behind the works.
Mithila can be recognized by looking at the light purple top from a distance. He came forward with the artistic steps of two slender legs. As the sky is still cloudy, the purple color wrapped around it does not show any special meaning. It was sunny in the morning, then maybe the color had a different inspiration. Now there is no sun, the color has faded. The look of fatigue on Mithila's face too.
"Would you like some tea?" Mithila said as if unprepared before approaching.
Many difficult situations can be easily handled in one's familiar environment. Mithila's unpreparedness may not have come out in front of Joy because she has been in her job for so long. It's here now.
"Yes, I will eat. Let's eat standing there." Joy said in a calm voice.
The two of them took tea from the floating tea shop on the side of the road and drank tea. The traffic on the road is getting louder and louder, with crowds and hustle and bustle all around. "I didn't know you were working here," said Joy in a low voice, taking a few silent sips from the cracked glass cup at the bottom.
Looking down, Mithila was sipping a cup of tea. He looks down and says,
"Did you know?"
Joy tries to be easy by standing on the waist with the hand that was holding the envelope filled with SIM paper.
"Actually, it was necessary to pick up my SIM. And I was going this way, so ..."
"You would never have come if you knew I was, wouldn't you?"
The distance between the eyebrows is short and there is a small purple tip in the middle of the eyebrow joint. Looking down, this part of Mithila's face outside the cup enclosure near Joy seems to be the smoothest and richest work of art in the world. Joy loses the word,
"When are you getting married?"
"Oma! You don't know, I'm married?" Mithila said looking him in the eye as if telling the absolute truth. He has returned to his own way of behaving. Joy laughed at the realization.
But without saying goodbye, he said, "It's clear that you're not married yet!"
Mithila narrowed her eyes and expressed disbelief,
"He's coming soon. I'll introduce you to him."
And Joy can't hold back the smile. Laughing, he returned the cup of tea and the cup and said,
"Come on, let's go ahead."
"Are you kidding me now?"
"No! Of course not! Why should I make fun of you? Let's go ahead. Let's clear the place."
In any case, the victory stops the laughter outside. The laughter of the music continues to wave like a ray of music. Everyone wants to find out about ex-boyfriends on the internet. Although there is no direct communication, news about marriage is available. And the girls will upload at least a couple of pictures with their husbands on social networking sites. Whether the husband is a movie hero or a Ram goat, a social worker or a rice warehouse keeper. And the girls who do less of the opposite do more of this for two purposes - to show their husbands, look how happy I am with you! And to show ex-boyfriends or girlfriends, look how happy I am without you! In fact, whether he is happy or not.
As soon as the smile came out again, Joy turned around and climbed to the sidewalk from the corner of the overbridge. Mithila comes behind.
"Why did you say so confidently, I'm not married yet? Our marriage was going to be about four months!"
"Hey, that's a very simple calculation. A married woman would stand in the street with her ex-boyfriend to introduce her husband to a cup of tea and talk for a long time - what a logic!"
Mithila shrugs. In fact, it would have been a complicated and pointless affair. Laughing like a child, he wants to convey that he has deliberately made fun of Joy for so long. He immediately changed the subject,
"So, when will you have the good fortune to see the movie?"
"If it was so easy, then Rahim and Karim would at least make a movie about their own lives!"
Mithila has been in a sudden rush since she was caught pretending to be married. He is often looking at the bus on the road and in the meantime he has taken out his mobile phone from his bag and seen the time. Thinking about something, he suddenly asked another isolated question in a distracted voice,
"Don't smoke?"
"Yes, let's eat!" Joy replied easily.
"It doesn't look like that, of course." Mithila looked at Joy from head to toe and pulled out her voice.
"I mean! How come?" He smokes so many cigarettes every day. Isn't there such an impression on his face? Joy is very surprised.
"I don't think it's just cigarettes. There's something else out there ... Hold on, marijuana!"
Laughing, this time Joy is in a state of complete looting,
"No, I don't eat anything else like that."
"I have to get on the bus!" Mithila did not let the laughter last for a while.
"I'm leaving, you'll be fine."
"Yes, of course!"
As soon as the word of victory was not over, Mithila quickly pushed the crowd and got lost inside the bus. Mithila is leaving, before Joy understands the matter well, there is a row of buses lined up in the back and the bus gets lost behind Laguna.
Joy sighed, looking at the distant street with a trembling chest. Three years is not a short time. Even during this long period, there was no apparent change in the girl. Remembering the previous times, Joy felt the wings of a bird fluttering inside his chest. If you try well, the relationship can be fixed again. But at the end of the unexpected rain, if everything is as tedious and burdensome as the work to be started anew? No, this fatigue and carelessness will go away. I immediately think again, no, where is so much time in hand? Deposit for the love of urban mechanical reality. Suck the pieces. They are constantly sucking the time like litmus paper. Moreover, long-term breaks, long-term new new habits!
Well, I miss you so much! What did people say before they got used to the word 'miss'? "I miss you so much", "I want to see you", "I want to talk to you" - no! Joy doesn't find the same depth of the word 'miss' in anything. Normal.
Absolutely turned his head and looked at the sky. Gradually the sky is getting heavier again. It will rain again. Unexpected breaks in some essential tasks again. There was pain in both legs while standing continuously. You need to sit somewhere before it rains for the second time.