Love is life

# Promised_to_turn

#Introduction_Episode

Author: Afroza Akhter

As always, wrapping the white sari around her body and looking at herself in the mirror and shedding tears, it seems that she has become a daily companion in Jasmine's life. He had no idea how the three years of his life had passed. Between good and bad, laughter and happiness, three years have passed from his life in the blink of an eye. Nowadays, even in the mirror of the dressing table, he feels more unfamiliar.

- How much I have changed. The happy and lively girl of that college smile is a charcoal woman wearing this white sari today. In the last one year, white color has been so prevalent in the body that now no other color wants to blend in this body. It may take a few days for the thick-framed spectacles to realize that the beauty of the face has decreased or increased.

Jasmine's thoughts interrupted and her mother entered the room. Faizunnesa Begum saw the girl meditating and put her hand on her shoulder. Jasmine looked at him with the touch of a familiar hand. Seeing his mother, he smiled sweetly and spoke in a light voice.

- Say something, mother?

- Oops,

- Oh,

- Ready?

- Yes, often.

At that time he made a noise from the bed

Jasmine's little girl is gesturing

Jasmine. Yes, Jasmine has a one and a half year old daughter. His face was half-spoken. Jasmine looks at her daughter for a while. Then Jasmine stuck the pin in the sari and went in front of the bed and took the girl in her lap.

- Ammun, are you up? What would have happened if I had got up earlier. Ammun, I will leave now. You have to be with Nanumani today.

Faizunnesa Begum picked up her granddaughter from her lap. He also understands that his daughter has no recourse but to this piece of necklace.

- EFC gold will be with Nanumni. Isn't that Nanu?

Going to Nanur's lap, little EFC kept his head on Nanu's shoulder and lay down.

Jasmine gets ready to say goodbye to her mother. Omni Faizunnesa Begum made Jasmine stand up.

- Don't eat?

- No, I won't eat today. Moreover the first posting in the new place. Understand.

- Oh,

- And listen mom, I'm thinking of coming home.

- Suddenly home?

- I'm not a little kid, Mom. I understand everything, my brother and sister-in-law told you everything last night. I am not in danger in your family. Come because you have transferred. Jasmine could tell me if you could contribute to the world. And besides, they thought how could I sit here and eat. It is better to leave before the relationship turns bitter. Feed the khichuri to EFC, mother. I'm going out mom, assalamu alaikum.

- Walaikum Assalaam, be careful.

Little EFC slapped his mother with his hand.

Standing on the street, some memories come to mind

Jasmine. Today, after three years, we stand on this street in Chennai. Jasmine standing on the street talking to herself,

- It would have been better not to transfer here from Rajshahi. I buried all the soil in the town of Chennai three years ago. Now that old wound may be alive again.

Suddenly a rickshaw came and stood in front of him.

- Mama, where are you going?

Jasmine looks at the rickshaw puller at the rickshaw puller's words.

- Mama go to number 10?

- Come on.

Jasmine took a rickshaw to her destination. Jasmine has been working for a private company in Rajshahi for the past one year. He was transferred to the Dhaka head office last month. For which he had to come to Dhaka again. He never left it behind. But everyone's hands and feet are tied to destiny. Fate has made man a wooden doll, while everyone is dancing as he can. That is what happens with jasmine.

Suddenly, Jasmine broke her meditation at the call of the rickshaw puller.

- Mama Aiya is leaving number 10.

Jasmine set foot in the office after paying the rent. There was already a cabin set up for Jasmine. Soon after Jasmine introduces herself, she is shown her cabin. Shortly after sitting in the cabin, a phone rang on the land line on the table. Jasmine receives the phone without thinking.

- Assalamu Alaikum, Nadira Yasmin.

- Walaikum Assalaam. Peon has been sent, come to my cabin with him.

- Yes.

Jasmine's idea was as much about her as her boss. In the meantime, Peon came and appeared. Jasmine goes up to the boss's cabin behind Peon.

- This is sir's room, madam go inside

- Thanks.

Jasmine enters the room. He saw a gentleman sitting in a chair.

- Will you come, sir?

- Come on,

Jasmine stood in front. A name on the nameplate on the desk caught his eye.

"Md. Mahbub Hossain"

Jasmine understands that Sir's name is Mahbub Hossain. Seeing Jasmine standing, Mr. Mahbub motioned for her to sit down.

- Nadira Yasmin Jasmine?

- Yes sir,

- I have heard a lot about your working. This time we will see, what did you say?

- Yes sir inshallah.

- All the best, let me know if there are any problems.

- Yes sir,

- Are you new here?

- The office is new and the city is very old.

- Don't understand?

- Sir, after spending 22 years of my life in this city, I set foot in another city.

- Oh well, who's in your house?

- My own one and a half year old daughter. Mother, brother and sister-in-law at father's house

- And the husband?

- I'm a widow.

Where all the words of Mr. Mahbub have disappeared. He is completely silent. The silence was broken and Jasmine said,

- Can I go, sir?

- Yes, of course.

Jasmine came to the cabin and smiled to herself. Laughing, two drops of water rolled down his eyes.

- Even today, when you say widow, everyone stops talking. Maybe the widow tag doesn't go with my body or age. This is the first time this has happened in the Rajshahi office. Here, too, maybe the first will be the first and will be fine later.

Jasmine quickly took out the diary from the bag. He opened the pen cap and started writing in the middle of the diary,

"I am lost in myself

I am the embers in me

I'm overwhelmed

I just bowed in the middle of the wave

Promised to return "

Leaving the diary after wiping away the tears, Jasmine put her face in the file. He will have to find a home again after work. Life is too much for him. And he is happily embracing that suffering.

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Will continue .............................