Second travel

A young girl came down from the one-storey building holding a sari tied to the railing. Wearing wedding sari. Eight or nine at night. The night sky has taken a thrilling form in the light of a slice of moon and the mist of the fog.

In the dim light of the lamppost, the color of the sari bangle ornament is pale on the girl who is walking on the sidewalk. The combination of the bangle filled with the girl's hand and the rinijhini sound of the anklet is spreading a captivating color, but the girl does not seem to have a headache at all. Rather, the sound of the bangle rinijhini as if he is very upset. Dopatta, who is half-headed with annoyance on his face, is repeatedly trying to pull it open with one hand. The impression of thought was clearly visible on the girl's face like a black mark on a white paper. The bus stand in front. The girl looked up. Then he reached there with a run. The people at the bus stand are rolling their eyes like owls at the girl. However, it does not catch the eye of the girl. He is very busy with his work. The girl dressed as a bride is looking around for something. But in his eyes, failure is catching again and again. The girl randomly approached a twenty-six-year-old boy standing at the bus stand. Maybe it's because he's careless. The boy looked at the girl's face for a minute without blinking. Then the boy said with deep interest, - "Excuse me sister. Can I help you?"

The boy stood up lightly. The girl frowned. It is as if something huge has happened to him. The girl quickly replied,

- "No thanks". He moved away from there. The expression on the girl's face suggests that the boy has done more than help. Or the boy is sitting on the priceless Ratan.

The boy may have been a little surprised by the expression on the girl's face. Which is to go ahead and benefit people. After a while the boy left. All these minutes, the sun was standing at a distance for decades.

The sky is full of stars. The stars, twinkling like scattered pearls, are sometimes lost and sometimes peeked out behind the misty coils. In the alleys of the city, brick houses, traffic jams and people are getting cold. 'Rod' rubbed the palm of one hand against the palm of the other hand. The sun's hand is getting cold in Kankan. Now if I had a mug of hot coffee, it would have frozen. The bus will leave shortly. So the thought of coffee flew from my head. Pulling the black hoodie on his head, the sun fell on the bus in front. The girl fell down and went away. Rod left the backpack and sat down on the seat. The image of the girl running behind through the glass window stuck in the cornice of her eyes. The sun turned, and the girl quickly returned to her previous position. The sun lightened and pulled the window away. As soon as the girl came forward, she waved to a lady wearing a black burqa and said something. After a while, the lady took the phone out of her bag. Rod realized this time, maybe the girl wanted the phone from the woman.

The girl quickly dialed the phone a few times with her hand. The annoyance on the face is obvious. Maybe the phone is not receiving from that direction. The girl walked for a while with the phone in her hand. Then he called again. As the call was not received, every time the spark of fire seemed to hit the girl's face.

The lady may have been saying something after Minik Satek. Then he extended his hand. The girl spread her lips very tightly and tried to smile. But the fold in the middle of the chin was deep. There were also a few point holes. It is as if the girl's heart is burning with the fire burning inside. If you want to remove this impression from your mouth, you can see it in the folds of your chin. After the woman left, the girl wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Then he looked again with directionless eyes. Seeing these pictures, the sun is waking up wanting to know. "Why is the girl standing on this foggy night dressed as a bride? Who are you waiting for? Will she not come? Why is there so much cloud in her mind. Why are the deer's eyes watering? Well, if I want to help?" I stood up with a strong desire in my mind. The sun sat down again, thinking of the embarrassing situation that the girl had created by returning the outstretched hand of the boy who had been standing for a while. Maybe the girl won't talk to any boy, she can give him back. The sun sighed at the thought. The sun could not find the reason for his sigh. Already left the bus. The sad scene of the girl's chattering in the eyes of the sun was captured. After a while.

- "What do you think of the sun? The coffee is getting cold." In this word of 'cloud', 'sun' broke the net of thought and returned to reality. Said softly,

- "Oh, that's right. I didn't notice, brother." The sun licked the coffee mug with its lips. "It's getting cold, Dhurar." The sun put the mug on the table.

- "In what world have you been lost for so long? I've never seen you so bored?" Saying this, 'Megh' leaned back on the sand and sat down. 'Rod' took the mug of coffee in his hand and crouched down next to the cloud. He put his head on his brother's shoulder like a baby boy. The 'cloud' bound the sun in one arm. The sun embraced the cloud with one hand. Then he said,

- "Brother, there are many people in the world. All people are in trouble for one reason or another. In the midst of thousands of people, sometimes they meet a stranger. They want to know what happened to him. Why? Why? What is the reason? But not everyone has the right to know everything. " The sun sighed as he said this. Megh ran his finger over the head of the sun and said softly,

- What did my brother see that made him want to wake up? You are not a man to break so easily. Whose breath is heavy for you today?

- I was waiting for the bus from Dhaka to Sylhet that day. That means, that night I returned home. That night a girl was running from far away. After coming a little closer, I saw the wedding sari on my body. In a word, there is a wife. Maybe escaped. The girl behaved strangely when a boy wanted to help.

To be continued. Thank you.