Today I came to the office and started attending a meeting without any notice, somehow I entered the phone silently. After a long annoying meeting, he came to the desk and sat down with his head bowed. The head is budded, I jumped up again as soon as I opened my eyes lightly and sat up straight; You haven't been called even once today.
I quickly took the phone out of my pocket and saw that there were already nine missed calls. I feel annoyed with myself now. Tama also sent a text,
Robin you're probably too busy. Didn't get the call many times. Mom was calling, or her body hurt. I left for Narayanganj with Sparsh, I am on the bus. If you can, take a vacation and come tomorrow. And yes, there is food in the fridge at home, eat it back from the office and of course eat hot. Talk to you soon and keep up the good content.
This girl is very strange. Liability to understand when and how. He often does this. You will meet your friends in a hurry, you will be able to chat, you will just let me know by text. Doesn't care much about permission. He did both the call and the text in the car, that's what he did. I don't have time to catch so much nowadays. I haven't seen him complain to me in three or four years. Let's not.
I packed the files and went home with the lapita on my shoulder. I slept comfortably for two hours before dropping any bag tags. I woke up feeling a little better now. But after taking a bath, the hunger of the stomach seemed to move. I opened the fridge and saw a lot of small bowls piled up. Each has a separate handwritten sticker. Small fish, shrimp, chicken, eggs, vegetables, thick pulses, mashed fish; By doing so. This is a big plus point of having a wife. I ate hot chicken with shortcuts.
I took a cigarette and sat on the verandah, feeling mildly cold. There are no rules for smoking at home. The fact that Tama doesn't like it implies behavior. So you always have to go to the roof and eat. I had to get up on the roof and smoke a cigarette.
My verandah overlooks one of the busiest areas of Dhaka city. Seen from here, it looks like a western city. Lights of different colors are shining. Feeling very alone now.
The house also seems to be empty, so far my daughter used to come to me asking a hundred and one questions. I just saw the train on TV yesterday. Now his mother sent him to me. As soon as he started to say, who named the train Baba Baba? So where is his nanubari? What does he eat? Where do you sleep? There are so many weird questions. Sometimes I get worried after hearing so many questions from him. I think to myself,
That's right, I didn't think of it that way. Tama and my marriage was a family choice. I had no intention of sorting out a very separate verification. After marriage, somehow everyone forcibly sent us abroad for honeymoon. This makes the relationship stronger quickly. My little uncle gifted me an air ticket. What else to do, I came from Aslam for seven days. Tama has spent these seven days dancing to seven thousand pictures, videos and the like. It's not like the two of them have become one in harmony. But I never heard the story of honeymoon in my life. Maybe my life is a little different, a little different from everyone else.
A year later, Ammar's phone rang and a different signal began,'Robin, when will you take your mother-in-law to the doctor, what the doctor said, you have to be a little careful, but this time' I also understand Amma's words. That is,
'I need grandchildren now, I hope you understand.'You also realized at the end that yes, MB is needed now. A few days later the touch came. Tuktuke is a little fairy of mine. Touch is my name. My favorite.
No, sorry to keep this name to us, we mean me and Ira. Once everyone has a full understanding, it takes time to set a specific goal for life. People move forward to decorate it with dreams and reality. He cherishes in his mind his dream equally beautiful future, where he will have by his side one of the most trusted and loved ones. There was a time in my life when I fell in love. We also set goals, weaved dreams.
He had a nine-year relationship with Ira. It can be said that he grew up with her in a small village or grew up together. The girl could understand me so much that no one else understood until now. It was a very simple relationship. Where there was no luxury, no Ahamri desire. Meet once by the rules. Sitting a little closer to the river bank and talking with your head on your shoulder. Walking hand in hand on the street hiding in the foggy morning. In the rainy season, the sudden rain actually gets wet in the rain on purpose. Meeting every day and giving letters to each other. Competing to write poetry with one another. In the same way, one day the children will be named. The name given by Ira there was 'Sparsh'. Ira hid her face in my chest with a beautiful smile.
We arranged hundreds of dreams like flower garlands. I never thought that not all dreams have to come true. When one-third of life ends and the whole dream of the second part is shattered and nature tells you to think again, then there is no desire to think. Then what else is there to do except to give up life in the hands of nature?
Ira left me. In fact, he was forced to leave. Just when I was thinking of doing something in the pursuit of life, Ira had to appear in front of someone new every day wearing a sari. Debit credit is not the same as life's arithmetic. Iraq had to move to another home.
Who knows when I became a robot at the end of the day in the city? I drowned in the old days. The memory of being overwhelmed by busyness is moving very hard. I really want to visit Iraq. I took the old memory card out of my wallet and put it on my laptop. Now only Ira across the whole skin. What a sweet smile. The shy look I came to see after the first sari, the crooked walk along the railway line, the thousands of candid pictures with my face turned away in anger, taken on my Java mobile phone, which is still very much alive. But he is not. I could not achieve him. It was said that we would not live without each other. Unbeknownst to himself, he laughed a lot.
Well, how is Ira? Where is it? Remember me? Do you remember me waking up in the middle of the night? Or getting old under the pressure of thousands of engagements? Think about it, in fact everyone thinks. The mirage does not fall in the memory, right? Whatever you do, be good Ira.
I don't know you anymore. He's like me. I don't know her favorite color. I don't know his favorite food. I don't know his favorite song. Divya is going to have a family. Well, does he have such a past? It can be. In this mechanical city, almost all of us are actors and actresses. Tell me how many people are alive with his dream today? Now another era is going on again. Now the deception is more. Tama may be a victim of deception. Or his world is different. He is different from us. Maybe he's okay. We may be fine too.
I thought it wasn't right. I will not be fine. Not really. Time goes by a stage and fixes everything. Maybe right or forget. However, some memories remain in the mind forever.
We blame each other. We forget that if there is day in one end of the earth, there is night in the other end. If I say day now, it doesn't mean you're sitting in the dark and saying, 'No, you're wrong, it's night.'
You have to adjust and survive. Some realities have to be accepted. This life is for a few days. I also say; Let's fly Gangchil, Let the sun rise again after the rain, Let the hutum owl call in the middle of the night. The phone rang, the darkness broke. I looked at the skin and saw that Tama had called.
