My mother's nature is to tell her daughters-in-law about the hard times of our childhood and to cry with hapless eyes. Mom had never been with this sneaky nature before. After the death of his father, he cried secretly. Now space time does not matter. Talking about any topic, he dragged his father's topic and then he pressed his lips to the area and started screaming. Aha! The man was big and good. I could not take proper care of the needy family. After frying an egg, their four brothers and sisters would divide it on a plate and eat rice with potatoes.
Tears come to mother's eyes. Big brother is a general manager in a well-known private bank. Bought a 1600 square feet flat in Uttara. Since the wife of our two younger brothers is employed, the mother lives with the elder brother. During the Eid festival, we meet with our family at the house of our elder brother. Bhabhi has cooked boot dal with Khasi head, desi kai fish soup with pui spinach. Mother's very favorite food. Surprising everyone, mother did not take anything on the plate. He ate a little bharta-bhaji and got up The younger brother asked in a lively voice, - What happened to my mother?
The elder sister-in-law replied with a sullen face, - Mom will not eat the things that his father did not satisfy. Naturally, the three of us were embarrassed at the dinner table.
When my father died, my elder brother had just joined the bank, I was at the university, Sajib's boundaries had not yet reached college. As soon as the elder brother manipulated the salary of the first job and sent it to the village, a note came from the father, - Bring Sharif to you Don't let him do tuition anymore. Ornas final in front. We are quite at home, learn to save money to yourself.
From the first salary, not a single sari was spent for the mother and not a single rupee was spent for the younger sister Rini except for the red tuktuk frock. First the father and then the mother carefully kept the money. Their child's first income is money. But the mother was not the daughter of a poor family, the eldest daughter of Moralbari. Nanajan, my primary school teacher was amused by my father's honesty and masculine appearance. Mao adapted very easily. Every morning we would go to school eating hot rice with mashed potatoes and kalojira mashed gossip. Boiled poultry eggs did not stick to our leaves. They were useful when paying the examination fee at the end of the year Honestly, we did not have the hobby of wearing colorful Punjabi in four dresses, Baishakh and Flagun for the children of the age. Polao and chicken meat in mother's hand on Friday, steamed cake in winter was a source of endless joy. Those who have TV in their house are rich. We didn't have a TV, but we had a big yard to play with the boys in the neighborhood, fishing in the pond with spears. He used to fill his chest with pride by eating fried putti fish with his own hands. As children, we were so preoccupied with our own world that we could not comprehend the pain of our parents. I remember, in the last ten days of the month, I used to have lunch with vegetables, potato chips and lentils My mother's cooking seemed like nectar to us, but my mother's face was depressed. He is suffering from inferiority complex as he is not able to put a piece of fish in the child's leaf. I walked around the Divya Bazaar wearing a torn shirt. Mother used to wipe away the tears by carefully refining. But he never delayed to pay the examination fee and sum sir's salary.
There was always greed for ten to twenty rupees tied in the mother's lap. I used to start whining when I went to school. I won't get a penny. You have eaten rice in your stomach. Digestion in the store causes worms in the stomach.
If one person was given two rupees, three people had to pay six rupees, so mother would not give it to anyone. After being admitted to Jagannath, when the father did not have money, the mother withdrew five thousand rupees from her savings to buy upholstery, mattress, etc. to stay in the mess.
This is our mother who gave life to a leak with a gold chain and small earrings in the shape of a flower. I am a lecturer in chemistry in a government college, younger brother is in a multinational company. Everyone's younger sister Rini is in Australia. Yet the mother's grief does not sting. Iniebiniye tells stories of hard times to wives. The mother-in-law listens to the story of her mother-in-law with fascination. The mother does not want to understand anything, They are the daughters of a big house. Seeing the educational qualifications and financial security of the pot, she has become the daughter-in-law of this family.
The mother still told the story. The story of the eldest son's school life in the old school dress, the story of shocking his younger brother's birthday by repairing a bicycle bought from Bhangari shop. The story of three brothers having fun burning peas in the winter morning. Surrealist stumbling block. But mother forgot. Although her cupboards are full of expensive saris, her mother is comfortable in a simple cotton house. All the brothers left some money under their mother's pillow for hand expenses. Rini sends a large sum of money to her mother's account during Eid.
My mother had a hobby of jewelry, she is fulfilling that hobby by making jewelry as she wants with the money she has saved. Although not for yourself. This month my daughter gets a gold bracelet when she gives a chain as a gift to her elder brother's son. Sajib didn't have a baby, he made a bracelet thinking about his unborn child. If you can't go without blessing. We also want mother to wear a heavy piece of jewelry, a good sari to be worn on mother. Mom smiled and said, -Rayhan, Sajib, Sharif Allah has given me three gems. What will happen to my two tea money jewelry!
We three brothers talk about mother in phone conversation. The mother does not want to drink milk, she has completely skipped dinner, and despite her wife's ban, she continues to work all day. Even for the mother, her grandchildren cannot be blamed in the slightest. He covered all their faults on the floor of the area and said in a cheerful voice, - Well, how naughty you used to be when you left, I will get better when I grow up.
After endless complaints against the mother, the three brothers make only one complaint to the Creator, May the Most Merciful grant Tawfiq to stay with us for many more years.
Thank you for reading.
There is no comparison to the incomparable mother