Dad, give me a cup of tea.
I raised my head and looked a little surprised and became normal.
Sajib you?
Yes Uncle I!
Do you sell tea yourself?
Yes I do!
You are not going to teach Sayem for a long time. Why?
Uncle Emnii. I will leave in a few days InshaAllah.
The student's father left in a hurry after drinking tea. He did not return 5 rupees with 10 rupees.
The man may assume that I am a child of a very poor family. The salary for the next month may be increased a little. It is to be hoped that Sayem will be paid. He said, 'Sir, I sold tea and went to such and such a university.
I mean, I'm taking all this for granted.
Of course, such incidents happen every day. One day, the ex-girlfriend came to jog with her mother. The young women do not drink tea in the park. But the young woman's father and mother eat. It's like turning your head in surprise and going after.
I asked her mother is she your daughter?
He was just looking at the matter without saying anything. Thinking about the word 'silence is a sign of consent', I said, "Aunty, it would not be right for you to have tea from me."
On hearing this, the former shouted - 'Impossible. What are you saying, boy? Are you going to be my lover in any grief? Come on, mother, you don't have to eat the dirty tea of these crazy goats'!
All the exes are liars at the end of the relationship. I mean, to lay the foundation of a new love by spreading lies about past love. How many times have I walked with him in this park, eaten nuts! You don't know me!
I calculated that my profit per cup is 2 rupees 60 paise. I am a little upset because they did not make much profit!
I walk in the morning and sell tea. Walking in the park in the morning is a habit of mine like not falling asleep at night. I have two flasks of Mohiuddin uncle and a cup of tea in my pocket for the last two months. One morning the man said, Dad, look at my things I've been sitting here ever since I got the badge of a tea seller. People come to me and ask me for a cup of tea, I pour a cup of tea with a smile on my face. But after a sleepless night in the morning when I have a disgusting name, then Another habit of mine was to come to this park and talk to uncle Mohiuddin and make it morning and return home.
Although he was a tea seller by name, my uncle was a decent type of person. There was a spark of purity in his words. I was fascinated and just listened to him.
One day my uncle asked me why are you alive?
I thought to myself, 'Life is enjoyable.'
- Is that really so?
- Yes, that's right. Life is so mysterious because it is enjoyable. The way people enjoy it may be different. But at the end of the day, because life is enjoyable, people go to sleep with dreams, trying to survive every day.
-Then those who commit suicide?
- They can't find the meaning of life. Life is a mixture of happiness and sorrow. Those who can't enjoy the sorrow decide to die.
- Life is not as mysterious as you think. We are greedy. I want to live. How many can think that I will die? No one counts to die. But what will I do after 5 years, what will I do in 10 years? I keep a perfect account of all this. You know what? It's easy to live with the thought of dying.
I shook my head and said with a feeling I didn't understand, like?
- Well, suppose you were told to hang yourself today. You have three hours. What work do you do in these three hours?
I didn't give any answer. I don't know, even if he doesn't answer, he will continue to talk. He is sitting in front of those who like to talk and he is listening to him with great interest. That will give.
Uncle Mohiuddin answered his question and said,
- Of course you will do what will give you peace, it will seem that you will not have any sin with this work. There will be no anger, violence, adultery in mind.
Rather, if every day was cut in such a way? Tell me, would there be any unrest or sorrow then? Or could there be any suffering like suicide? Nothing like that would happen but!
I nodded in agreement. I mean very easy!
Time would go by telling stories. Happiness is like a contagious disease. I feel happy when I come in contact with happy people. I used to come every morning and talk to happy people, I felt happy! But I haven't been looking for people for the last two months!
I wait for Mohiuddin uncle every morning under the pretext of selling tea. One day he said in words that his son works in a big company. There is no shortage of people in the city who have a good son or daughter but do not want to look for their parents. The tea seller's father gave away all his belongings. I had to hear a sighing story from the happy man thinking that the question 'why don't you stay with the boy' was not asked to him. So I never asked despite my wish.
Ever since I came to Mr. Hasan's office, everyone has been looking at me. Talking about what to do in the office with tea. No one can enter such office with two flasks and a few cups of tea in hand. But I am sitting as the center of attraction.
Suddenly Mr. Hasan came and said tea or coffee?
Both. I will sip tea once, coffee again.
How did you find out?
In fact, I talk to a lot of people every day. They regularly drink tea from my uncle. One of them said that he is my uncle's colleague. And through him you got the news of your uncle and brought him. Can I know where his uncle is? His two flasks. And I have a few cups of tea. I would be free of weight!
Dad is in treatment now. You can leave everything.
Do you really believe Uncle is crazy?
What do you think? The MD of a well-known bank has suddenly left everything and started selling tea on the streets, running away from his family, talking nonsense, how can he be normal? Listen Sajib, I have found out about you too. Life is just beginning. You have finished graduation. Good result. Do something without being affected, tidy up your life.
I thanked Mr. Hasan and finished my tea and coffee.
A tidy life is never enjoyable. Then you have to go through a lot of rules. There is only one rule of life. I am alive and I will die.
I came without returning the flask and cup of tea. I am sure Mohiuddin uncle will return one day. The man who can see life as beautiful and perfect is not the man stuck in the house.
I told my ex-younger brother that I sell tea in the park. The family complains that I haven't picked up anyone's phone for the last 28 days. To tell the truth, I don't even know where my mobile is. But everyone from the village is taking me to Manusik Hospital. The idea has gone awry in my head.
The definition of living in society is very strange. Study, grow up, get a job, make a family, keep everyone happy. What a strict rule. Those who go outside of it are not accepted by the society. No one wants to understand what it means to be. Going out of bounds means crazy. As I am thinking now. I have heard that Uncle Mohiuddin has escaped from home or hospital more than 10 times so far. I think I can too. I believe healthy people cannot be hospitalized, not at all!
Good article dear