Mihika seems to be competing to be surprised. He looked at Ghalib with amazement on his face. Ghalib said, "Are you surprised? How can a man with a happy smile like me be so sad?"
Mihika shook her head. Mihika shook her head and sat motionless. Forgetting everything a little earlier, he concentrated on the words of Mr. Ghalib. And asked like an attentive listener,
"Uncle, what was the reason behind that horrible situation? Tell me everything?" Mr. Ghalib sighed and began to say,
"Half of my story was beautiful. It was all about me, my darling Nintika and a handful of our love. She came into my life when I was in class nine. She was a new student in my class. She liked it at first sight. Is she a magician in black?" It was her face! It slowly turned into love. That was the beginning of our loving chapter. The phone was not there then. The letters were used to exchange emotions. Eye to eye in the gap between the class, two words and one letter at the end of the class. "My father passed away in Erimaj. I forgot everything about my father. I have a sick mother in the family, an unmarried older sister and a younger brother who is studying at eight. As the eldest son, the burden of the world fell on my shoulders. I barely studied Intermediate." I started looking for tuition, I earned college, I did tuition seven times a day, I spent the whole day in tuition, I spent the night drowning in studies, I didn't have time to sleep, Sir was not to be seen. My tuition money was enough to support my family. I was struggling with my money and family. Apart from that, I was in a hurry to release the crowd mortgaged by my father's treatment. Meanwhile, the final examination of Intermediate is near. He has to prepare and take. I was in a dilapidated state due to the rush of money during the day and the pressure of studying at night. I could feel how hard the reality was. " Mr. Ghalib stopped then started again,
"Nintika used to give me courage through letters in her struggle to survive on the cuts of reality. All my tired hours were spent reading her letters. Her letters stopped coming in a hurry. Two months later there was an intermediate exam. I avoided it because of the pressure of studying." I came home a month ago. I asked my friends about Nintika's news. But they told me that Masduek Nintika is not coming to college. They don't know why. I called Nintika's girlfriend and she told me that Nintika's marriage was fixed the next day. I could not. Nintika's family knew that Nintika was in a relationship with someone, so she locked the girl in a hurry and gave her in marriage. In case of any mishap, she would not allow her to meet any girlfriend. I thought, but there was no way out. That evening I went to Nintika's house hoping to see her once, but I didn't see her. I heard only her cries. At the time he might have seen me in the gap of the fence. I cried softly when I saw it. He immediately pressed his face. Even then, my beloved's suppressed tears came to my ears. One or two drops of fire fell from my eyes. I was going to hide my body before anyone wiped away my tears when a piece of paper came on me from somewhere. I picked up the piece of paper in tears. I came to my room and opened the paper in the light of the hurricane. Then I discovered it was my darling's letter. Maybe the last letter. "
"What was written in the letter?" Mihika said in a trembling voice. He is crying after hearing the story of Mr. Ghalib. But Mr. Ghalib's eyes are hard. He kept his jaw tight and said, 'That letter was written randomly, be well. I am sacrificing myself by looking at my parents 'face. The love is yours.' That was the last letter from Nintika. After reading the letter, I broke down in tears. I wanted to run away with Nintika but I couldn't because of the family. I did not dare to tell my mother. Where I still don't have the courage to think about my elder sister's marriage, it is a sin to think that a boy like me will get married at such a young age. I couldn't talk to my mother or stand in front of Nintika's father. I cried all night. I cried and decided to commit suicide. Tomorrow Nintika will be someone else I can't see it. With that thought, I stepped out of the room to fetch the rope to block the ceiling. As soon as I went to the dining room to fetch the rope, I saw two plates of food arranged on the plastic table in the dining room. Mother is sleeping in a chair next to her. I realized that my mother had fallen asleep while waiting for me. I did not notice the silence. I returned home without a rope. I began to think that the man who would not feed me, the man who had always kept me in love, the man who had suffered broken bones for ten months and ten days, the man who had loved me from birth before I was no longer thinking, was as horrible as committing suicide for five years. Going to decide! What will happen to them if I leave! Dad left me as a shadow over their heads when they left. When I leave, the roof over their heads will go up. Besides, will my death change the life of the person for whom I am going to die? How many days? Two days? Two months? Two years? After that his life will become normal. But my family? Can they be normal at all? I hurriedly remembered that I had a fever a year ago. I fainted with a high fever. After waking up, someone was crying. I noticed that my mother was crying. My mother is sitting next to me in Jainamaz, raising both her hands and crying loudly. And repeatedly saying the same thing, 'God make me a good boy. Don't hurt him. I can't stand it. Give me trouble instead. Heal him too. Pick me up if necessary and heal my son.
Just thinking that made me angry. I don't care if the man who saw my little pain and agreed to die could not bear it! What will happen to my little fever in my death! I think my mother will die. I was going to kill my own mother for someone else as a child! How could I! For two days of love I forgot prenatal love! Everything can be sacrificed for such love. I either gave up my passion and love for my mother! This is very insignificant to the love of the mother.
As soon as I remembered such thoughts, I gave up the thought of suicide. "What happened the next day?"
Finished.
Thank you for reading.
Very beautiful and awesome. Go ahead