Parashamani of fire.

Parashamani of fire

02. In two completely new environments

Two days passed in an unfamiliar house in two completely new environments. Two days and three long nights. Today is the morning of the third day. Alam is sitting cross-legged. The maid went with a cup of tea. He did not sip tea. Not wanting to. Feeling restless. The smell of onion-garlic is not being tolerated. Subtle pain in the head. The source of this pain is certainly not the smell of onion garlic. This is happening to be isolated from everyone. Prices are getting stuck.

It was said that Sadeq would contact him. The day he arrived in Dhaka the next day. The communication is supposed to be done but there is no trace of Sadeq yet. Was he caught? Catching one of the team means almost everyone is caught. That is why no one knows anyone's address. Everyone will be together during work. Then it will spread again. Contract point in a house in Jhikatala. There is no order to go there. No one will go there unless absolutely necessary.

Everyone has a shared responsibility. Rahman is responsible for delivering the goods to the place. They must have arrived. Rahman can do the impossible. If Rahman is told - Rahman, you go, come with the tail of the lion to the ear hair. He can do it. The lion will not even understand that. But the funny thing is - Rahman is an impossibly timid kind of boy. It is not right to keep a cowardly boy in such a team. But Rahman had to keep.

Alam got down from the bed. He sipped his tea in a distracted manner. Cold tea The manure has fallen. It feels more sweet because of the cold. Nausea has come. He went to bed again and sat down. There is nothing to do. The lady of this house. Yesterday went through a huge novel. Achintakumar Sengupta's first step flower. Love novel. It is unthinkable that anyone could write such a great novel about love. A boy is getting acquainted with a girl named Kakli. This is the kind of story. No problem, no problem - happy story. Not good to read. Yet the printed page has been read up to. Alam could not decide whether to sit down with the book again.

From the next room, there is the sound of a sewing machine. The machine is running. Who knows if this woman sews so much day and night? There is a thing called fatigue. Khat khat khatang is going on. This happened until eleven last night.

Alam raised his hand and pulled the 'first step flower'. Not wanting to find the printed page. You have to start reading from any one place. It would have been nice to go to the bathroom once before that. It's an uncomfortable thing. The house has two bathrooms. Servants bathroom a lot away. The other is next to their bedroom. Perfectly feminine type bathroom. It is shining brightly. As soon as you enter, you can smell the sweet smell of Air Fashionab. A huge mirror. Feminine accessories under the mirror. Nicely arranged. A watercolor picture framed just opposite the mirror. Two towel-clad girls descend into the river. Nice picture. It is great to see this picture through the mirror. Such a bathroom is not for a stranger outside.

Alam dropped the book and came out of the house. And just then the sound of the sewing machine stopped. He has noticed this before. As soon as she left the house, the lady stopped sewing and waited. How he got the feeling. Surma came out as soon as Alam came to the verandah. An old man's spectacles in his eyes. Putting the veil on his head. Alam also noticed this - the lady always wears a cloth on her head. That's why the head mistress seems to be the head mistress.

Surma said, do you need anything?

No, it doesn't take anything.

Tell me if you like. Don't be shy.

Yes, I will.

Our telephone is OK. If you want to call someone or report to your home, you can.

No, I don't need to tell anyone.

Why stay in that room all the time? You can come and sit in the living room. You can go to the porch.

Alam remained silent. Surma said, you have not brought any clothes. I told Dad last night to bring you a shirt. He also left some money for you. Rickshaws will be rented if you want to go outside.

I have money.

Will you go out somewhere

I'll wait until noon. If no one comes by noon, I will leave.

Is anyone supposed to come?

Yes.

What do you have to say if he comes when you're not there?

No, don't say anything. He will wait for me.

Surma went inside. There was a knock on the sewing machine again. Maybe the lady's head isn't right. No healthy person can knock on a machine day and night. The matter is unusual. Of course, now is the unusual time. That's why I don't think this is a wonderful morning. Beautiful sunshine on the grass. The green grass is cutting in the wind, the sun is also trembling. In this unusual captive city, it's not going to fit at all. Alam lit a cigarette. The beggar girl is sitting with her legs spread under the coconut tree. His face is smiling. Does this girl smile all the time? Why is he so happy?

At three o'clock in the afternoon the sky became cloudy. The air is humid. It seems to be raining somewhere at noon. Alam stood outside the gate and stared for a while. Towards the sky. Maybe trying to understand the motion of the clouds. How long is it raining? Binti said, where to go?

Nearby.

But Iben before five. There is ‘Karpu’.

I will come, I will come before five.

Drunk Idris Miao also saw the boy walking in a distracted manner with his head bowed. He also stared sharply. There is less traffic on the roads. The few who are seen want to look at them, want to talk a word or two. Idris Mia did not say anything. He has given antimony in his eyes today, it seems that his eyes are blinking. Or maybe the eyes will rise. There has been an eye disease. Everyone's eyes are on Chaidi.

Alam came and stood in front of Balaka Cinema Hall while walking. It is not true that he heard about the movement of Prachub Army in Dhaka city. After standing for half an hour, he saw only one truck go. A group of militiamen dressed in gray is sitting in that truck. Usually everyone stands in the truck. Why are they sitting? Tired?

What has changed in this city? Alam did not understand. He had probably never seen the city well before. Didn't feel the need. Now I know why he wants to match with the previous. It looks like a sack that encloses with a drawstring. The place occupied by the hawkers of Puano books is empty. A blind beggar is sitting with a tin mug. Apart from this, no other beggar is seen. Did they kill all the beggars? Maybe.

Some women wearing burqas were seen in the rickshaw. Girls are not taking to the streets without a burqa nowadays? Some rickshaws have small Pakistani flags. The market for this flag painted by the moon and stars is definitely booming now. This flag is flying here and there. There is also a sense of competition. How big is the car flag? A kind of red triangular flag is also seen. All of which are written in Arabic. As soon as the writings are removed, it will become the flag of May Day.

Alam took a rickshaw. Old rickshaw puller. It is difficult to pull a heavy rickshaw, but it is paddling hard. A group of brides was seen at the corner of the science laboratory. The new groom is getting married and returning. A huge white car decorated with garlands. The car has stopped due to getting stuck at the traffic signal. Everyone around is trying to see the bride and groom curiously. Alam thought - when the country will be independent, this boy will not feel a little ashamed? When he was about to go to war, he went to get married. Can he really tell this girl any love tonight?

The groom's car started moving after crossing the signal. The groom covers his face with a handkerchief. After getting married, the groom usually does not cover his face with a handkerchief. Why is this boy covering up? Is he trying to hide himself? Is it a little embarrassing to get married in bad times?

One such bridegroom was met while crossing the river at Yadnagar in June. A group of ten or twelve people. There are two boats. How unusual everyone looks. He is sitting awkwardly. The groom boy is like Shutko. She looks dizzy. They are sitting quietly tied to the boat. Alam's team was flowing. He talks more all the time. Seeing the bridegroom, he smiled and said, do you want to get married? Be careful. The military is moving by launch. Long live Pakistan. No one would say anything if Nausha was put in a turban wearing a turban. No one from the bridegroom's party said a word. An old man just started muttering. The groom rebuked the boy in a hoarse voice and kept quiet. Very mysterious thing.

After a while it was known that they were returning with the bride. As they leave the big river and enter the small river, a military launch stops them and picks up the bride and the bride's younger sister. The younger sister is eleven years old.

Alam said, you did not say anything?

No one answered. Rahman said, why are you stopping the boat here? Go home. Then he arranged for the boy's widow again. Is there a lack of women in Bangladesh? There is no shortage.

The people stared blankly. As if no one's words are entering their head.

Alam reached Jhikatala at four in the afternoon. When is it raining? The sky is black with clouds. It's getting dark. Looking for a house soaking wet in the rain. Who knows if it will be found. You have to return before the time is short.

The house was easily found. House No. 33 right in front of Jhikatala Tannery. Najibul Islam Akhand lives in the upper floor of the second floor. Contract points.

Going up to the second floor, Alam was amazed. There is a huge lock hanging in the house. Doors and windows are all closed. Seeing the size of the lock, it seems. The occupants of this house have been out for a long time and will probably never return.

After many knocks on the first floor, the door opened a little. A girl who turned white with fear said, who do you want?

Mr. Akhand. Najibul Islam Akhand.

He lives on the second floor. Not now.

Where did you go?

In the country house.

The children have taken everyone.

Yes.

When did you go?

Three days ago. Her younger brother died at home.

That's fine.

The girl closed the door. This is a problem. Alam. Came out with a dry face. Returned home on foot. Drizzle. It feels good to walk in it. It seemed to him all the time that when he reached home he would see Sadeq waiting anxiously. You can go to work the next day. Sitting quietly without work is no longer tolerated.

Mr. Matin was standing on the verandah with a worried face. Seeing Alam, he said, where did you go without telling anyone? I am restless in thought. Curfew will start after a while.

Alam said in a simple voice, did anyone come to me?

No, no one came. Where to get wet? Where did you go?

Alam entered the living room without answering. The living room decor has undergone some changes. Sophie moved to one side and turned into a camphor leaf. Achintakumar's first step flower in the camp. That means the sleeping area has changed. Mr. Matin said hesitantly, my daughters have left. So I brought you to the living room. You will not have a problem?

No, what's the problem?

My eldest daughter means a little like that - Mr. Matin didn't finish, he stopped in the middle. Alam said, I have no problem. You don't have to worry.

Mr. Matin said in a low voice, "Alam, one more thing, yeah - I mean you have another bathroom that you will go to." I cleaned it. I mean, the problem is you

You don't have to say problem. I have no problem.

Alam took a cigarette and sat on the camp bed. Mr. Matin said ha ha, why are you sitting on the bed in wet clothes? Without clothes. I bought you a shirt and a lungi.

Thank you.

A quiet-looking girl of twelve or thirteen peeked out. It seems to be the name. Apala. Mr. Matin said, call me and introduce you.

The girl went inside and almost immediately Phoebe came and said, Apa will not come.

Mr. Matin was very embarrassed. Alam said, your name is Apala?

Yes.

How are you apala

Good.

Boss.

No, I will not sit.

The girl is staring sharply. Why are the eyes of such a baby girl so sharp? Their eyes will be soft. Alam lit a cigarette and the girl was still watching him. Who knows why.

Apala rolled her eyes. He said in a cold voice, "You have torn a page from the first step flower book." I get very angry when books are torn.

I will not tear anymore.

Do not twist the leaves. This is my very favorite book.

Alam fell.

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