Kadam poured a little more mustard oil from the bottle. He put it on his neck and chest in a good way. The problem is that you can't reach the whole back with your hands. No matter how hard he tried to move around with both hands, he still seemed to understand a little along the middle. Kadam would have been very good if he had an assistant. Nor is he willing to keep any reference to his great deeds. But? He often misses a wife very much. If it were like this tonight, how many benefits it would be. Will anyone ever understand the problem of putting a little oil in one's hand alone?
Kadam was thinking of the first days of stealing while applying oil. Today he has been in this job for almost seventeen years. In his village house, he had chalk in his hand with the chicken in the barn next door. But then he was not as mature as he is today, he called Seki to open the door with clumsy hands and hold the wrapper. And wherever he goes, he is a thief, so did he not kill him like an inhuman? He was tied to an acacia tree for two days in a row. Although Kadam has no regrets about it now. He sees these as experiences. He did not become such a seasoned thief in one or two days. He has been skilled in many pursuits. Experienced hands were applying oil with ease and thinking about the days of the village. And now he no longer steals small beds in the village. He moved to Dhaka a year ago. He has heard that money is in Dhaka or whatever he can take. Of course, they are getting good results. The biggest benefit is when people stay at home in the country on Eid or Korbani holidays. Carefully avoid everyone's eyes if you can. And the biggest advantage of Dhaka is that no one bothers about the people or their houses except themselves. No one likes to sweat. If not this gentleman. Who stole or robbed my house, what is the neighbor of Bapu? I am not entering your house. There is a saying that privacy. There is nothing to say about culture among the people of the village. They are more worried about taking the next head cloth from their lungi. Hey Mian, whose marriage he doesn't know, the neighbor doesn't sleep.
This time, taking care of both the feet and applying oil, today's stolen tables were taking a step with a little revision. Of course, everything has to be measured. His target today is a four-storey house in an elite area of Dhaka. The difficult experiences of life have taught him a lot. It is nothing but foolishness to enter a house without finding out the news in a hurry. Before, it could be digested even after being beaten a lot. But now his body can't digest as much as before. On the contrary, he entered the field only after clearing many accounts. He has taken a week behind the house where he will go for operation today. Huge rich man's four storey house. Those traders again often stay out of the country. People at home say two maids and the gatekeeper below. That doorman was also brought from a company. This is another fancy advantage of stealing in Dhaka. Managing your own doorman is quite a hassle. And if it is faithful, then there is no point. There is a possibility of swallowing a good medium without stealing. From there, the doormen of this private company are very helpful. They are very happy if they share lightly. And the problem or what. All these owners have benefited any father or grandfather. Moreover, they are no longer the people of this owner. The company sent them. It's hard to sit at the gate for half a day. However, the doorman of this house is quite awkward. Nothing was agreed upon except half-and-half.
One of the two boys does not stay home at night. But the businessman has a daughter. Whether it is raining or not, it is like a name. Not at home all day, but at home at night. Kenre Bapu, respond when you are out, what happens when you spend the night outside? Will your father come to see you? However, the better the fate of the better wife means the daughter's mother or daughter died in an accident at the age of 3 years. The whole house is almost empty. Even then there is a small problem. There is only one veranda except the grill in the girl's room on the third floor. The doorman did not agree to enter through the gate at all. There is a CCTV camera set at home. However, it is fortunate that the sanitary pipe has risen on the side of that verandah.
Let's finish the oil, putli's sabal, rayat, hammer and look at the rest of the instruments for the last time. It's been a long night, it's half past two, it's time to leave. As soon as he stepped outside, his chest swelled. It's pitch dark. This is the only problem with Kadam, although he works most of the night, but he has not yet overcome the fear. Why do people sleep at night? How much better it would have been if he had slept during the day and worked at night. He talks and what is the benefit. One of his great regrets is that no one in this world understood his suffering. What else to do, Yunus came to the desired destination after reading the prayer. This time his real test started. He is very good at this job. The oil spilled from head to toe on the pipe. Reached the side of the porch. Suddenly he heard a sound and jumped up. It was almost falling. Somehow he managed to grab the railing of the verandah. He looked down before going down to the porch. The doorman came and stopped. That was the sound. I see the guy is sitting right now, what a greedy! Everything went a little further. Anyway, now it's time to focus on work.
As soon as he opened the door of the verandah, Kadam was startled. Sweating started all over his body. In front of him, standing in front of the door, is someone standing in a white dress about 6 feet tall. As soon as he looked at his feet, Kadam felt as if his heart was coming out of his mouth. Not standing, but floating in the air. The place of the head is completely dark. And in the darkness of the room, the thing in front of him looks even more frightening. Despite many attempts, Kadam could not remember any prayer. He may not have even noticed that the liquid secreted by his body was rolling on his feet and floating on the verandah floor. What happened next is even more terrifying. The thing seemed to try to move forward with both hands extended. Going back in great panic, he slipped on his own liquid. The lower back of the waist was pushed back with the porch railing. Unable to keep pace, he stumbled backwards and fell straight down from the third floor. Slowly blood was spreading in the streets under his head. The doorman standing beside Kadam's body was bewildered by the suddenness of the incident, and he looked at Kadam's wide open eyes, which were staring wide-eyed. He will never know that long before he fell down, his heart stopped beating in fear. The air coming from the open door of the verandah moved again.
(Finished)
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