Doctor X III
An excited voice of a sentry was heard as Mr. OC was walking towards the laptop to look at the information of others on the laptop. The sentry is calling the OC from behind in an excited voice. When the OC looked back, the sentry said, 'It's going live on TV. The same thing with each channel together. And Shihab Sikder is seen there. '
Mr. OC looked normal. As if he could predict everything in advance. But he had no idea it would happen so quickly. Everything is happening a little too fast. Shihab Sikder was kidnapped just an hour ago. And in the meantime they have come on the TV screen. Who is behind this? Those who are there have packed everything up.
Mr. OC looked at Jafar with a smile and said, 'Jafar, let's watch TV. There is going to be something interesting on TV. It cannot be missed. '
Fear was evident in Jafar's eyes. Zafar said in a frightened voice, 'I am scared, sir. If something happens to Sir Shihab Sikder, Mr. Sadeq will not leave any of us. 'We are not doing anything. We are just spectators. Police means spectators. Our job is to watch jokes while standing. Let's go and see the joke. And listen, if someone calls, they will say that OC Sir has gone round. '
Only Shihab Sikder was seen on TV. He was placed in a chair and tied tightly. He was trying to free himself. But all efforts were in vain. There was no way he could free himself from bondage.
Only pictures could be seen. No sound could be heard. The room is half light. The walls were changing from black to blue to purple. The walls looked made of glass. Only Shihab Sikder has a big white 'X' painted on the back wall. It was understood that advanced technology has been used in everything. Mr. OC was thinking in his mind, where are you getting these technologies? Who is helping them? Where can such a room be? Where is it kept? And how are they broadcasting together on every TV channel? Have the TV channels joined hands with them?
Suddenly someone from inside the TV said in a full but smiling voice, 'Hello hello hello! Dear countrymen, welcome to my reality show. Although it cannot be called a reality show. Because it's a complete live show. And now I have come to introduce myself. '
The voice was echoing again and again. Shihab Sikdar shouted. Shihab Sikdar shouted, 'Who are you? Why are you tying me up like this? Let me go I'm kidding. If I don't play twelve of your shows, then my name is not Shihab Sikder. '
The man's laughter was heard. As if having too much fun. But the man is not seen. He laughed and said, 'Mr. Sikdar! Please don't shout. When someone shouts, the ear hurts badly. Let me finish my talk. Please! '
'Do you know who my father is? My father will kill every one of you on the street like a dog. '
The man smiled again. He said, 'We know who your father is. But your father does not know who I am. So keep quiet. Don't disturb. Please! '
'If my dad can catch it once, you're done.'
Oh God! I was scared. Well let's play a little. If your father finds one of us by eight tonight, you will be released. And we will all surrender. Then you can kill us any way you want. If you want to kill like a dog, kill like a dog. If not, I will show the game live. The whole country will watch the game. Will see directly. Ha ha ha. '
Shihab Sikder had to shout. And had to swear in inaudible language. Which was disgusting to hear. Doctor X said again, 'Mr. Sikdar! Would you keep quiet? And please don't abuse. I don't like to hear abuse. '
'I won't be quiet. Let me go Otherwise I will kill each of you and throw you in the drain. You don't know me!
To be continued.. Thank you
Behind the mask
I went to the verandah of the house with a lot of courage to see what I know. Suddenly my eyes fell, the man standing in one corner of our gate was crying ... I know what is inside my chest, he got up from the house very loudly ... I felt the need to know the answer to the question of that day. I wiped my eyes and started running without thinking, saying that I would go to the man.
As soon as I opened the house, I saw that the whole house was almost uninhabited. I didn't understand, everyone had come out with my mother's body. I woke up with a twist inside my chest. I stood for a few moments without knowing it. Gone. At the same time I got up and started walking in a hurry.
As soon as I reached the gate, he pulled me from behind. I somehow managed to stop him. Before I understood anything, my grandson hugged me and started crying.
"You're out, grandpa! You don't break down. We're all with you. I just stood still in Nanu's chest. But there was a lot of instability in my mind about the man. After being silent for some time, I tried to get out of Nanu. Nanu hugged me tighter without realizing it. Suddenly inside Who knows, Nanu called out in a tearful voice"Auntie ... ah .... ah ...."
Grandfather immediately removed me from his chest. I also called to see the man. As soon as I looked around, I knew what was inside my chest. My eyes widened in amazement.
This is the man. I know this man's face very well. I haven't forgotten the man's face for so long. The whole thing is as clear as that day. The man is also looking at me in astonishment. His eyes are very red and with a big swelling. .
I saw him once in a very secret way one day. I saw him in public on a day like today, the man who ran out a while ago stood like a robot. Suddenly, my grandson ran to him. He grabbed the man's hand and started crying."Shaheen Ray. Don't look at what happened. oh, oh!
The man removed his eyes from my side, grabbed Nanu's hands and started crying. I am looking with incredible eyes.
What a cry! What a deceiver, shameless! How do I know that hatred has arisen in my mind. Everything is floating in my eyes. The intense anger and questions kept in my mind for so long are poisoning my inside. Grandpa and the man stopped crying and Nanu stopped crying and called me with his hand. I went ahead despite my reluctance. As soon as I went in front of the man, my Nanu said to the man.
"Look, Shaheen, this is Nishi's only daughter! He looked at me without holding his breath and pointed at the man and said "This is your Shaheen Mama .. your mother's cousin .. lives abroad .. so you don't know him " Gerandpa cried again. I looked at the man in astonishment.
I got the answer to a question. I hope, I will know the whole truth this time. I looked at him wide-eyed. The man immediately came forward, startled me, put his hand on my head and said--
"I saw you at a very young age.
You're too old, Mommy ... "
After getting the touch of the man, my body became shivering with hatred .. I gritted my teeth and endured it unbearably.
Then unknowingly I slipped from the man's hand. Then the man also understood and moved away from me. I stood with my head down next to Nanu .. and waited for when, I will find the man alone ...
After a while I said to Nanu--
"I'm so sorry, Nanu ... will you bring me some water ...?"
Nanu went to fetch water with a soft voice ..
Immediately I approached the man.
The man understood. But he did not move from his place.
I said unpreparedly in a hard voice--
"I have something to say to you..I haven't forgotten anything that day..I want an answer to my long standing question..will you give it now ..?"
Or should I listen differently to my ...? "
The man looked at me firmly without answering my question .. he wiped away his tears and told me with a light look--
"You're too old, Nishi ..."
I answered bluntly--
"That was about five years ago today."
The man paused for a moment and asked--
"You hate us so much don't you ??"
I answered fluently--
"You are not one of me.
That's all I had. I just hate him. "
The man looked at me in astonishment, let out a heavy sigh and said--
"Come to my house tomorrow.
I will answer all your questions there .. "
I acted impatiently--
"I need an answer right now.
I don't have the patience left to wait until tomorrow. "
The man said very firmly--
"I know you have more patience than you can handle ...."
I looked at the man's face and was surprised ..
The man told me--
"I'm leaving now. My presence may hurt you more. Come anytime tomorrow. I'll wait for you. Be prepared to know a bigger truth than the vague truth you have had for so long." Stay with your father for as long as you can before you come to me ... maybe after tomorrow your father won't be with you anymore .... "
The man went on saying the words over and over again.
I was so engrossed in his words that I did not know when he left. Nanu came to me with water and called me a few times loudly. I regained consciousness. Nanu also searched for the man. I could not answer.
His last words began to bite me .... What a strange thing the man said ... "
I suddenly sat down and asked Nanu--
"Well Nanu ??
Was this man very close to my mother ...? "
Nanu widened his eyes and looked at me in amazement .. Realizing the hard condition of my eyes and face, Nanu felt a little scared .. After being silent for a while, he said very softly--
"Shaheen was supposed to marry your mother .. I loved your mother very much, Shaheen ..
We also wanted to get married. They didn't get married in an accident in the middle. Then all of a sudden you left. And Shaheen left the country. Five years later, he came to the country two days ago. Your mother went to see him the day before yesterday. Looks like ... "
I was listening to the words and he was trying to go deeper .. Everything seemed to be more chaotic in front of my eyes .. I am having a hard time. My breath is stuck in all the sphere puzzles. Just at that moment all the fathers came back .. Seeing me, the father came forward. I can't feel anything ...
My uncle came from the side and put his hand on my head .. and said in a tearful voice--
"Your mother loved you very much, Nishi. I can't believe people like my sister did that. The inside of my chest rumbled.
I didn't cry. the last time I saw my mother's face, it floated in front of my eyes. I pressed my chest. I was screaming, the inside was in pain. but I can't cry. Now just wait for tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow I can take a deep breath.
To be continued..
One for another
I was then working in the kidney department of a corporate hospital in Dhaka. 2006 In the morning I went to the hospital from Uttara's house. At this time there is a heavy traffic jam. You have to punch the card to get in and out. The hospital is quite beautiful, with the impression of modern architecture in construction, bright and well-equipped. Much like a five star hotel. At that time my consultant was a foreigner. Name Ram Mohan Sahu. Going round with him, ICU and CCU and outpatient visits were seen. Also seeing patients on dialysis was my routine job. There had to be 'on call' at night.
Our dialysis unit is beautiful and modern enough. Maintenance dialysis is given to 15 patients with chronic kidney failure three times a week.
Women and men of different ages
One of them was a 15-year-old girl. Name Ananya Roy. I used to study in class nine. Green enchanted look, curly hair on the head. Very nimble, cheerful, full of vitality girl. I used to come for dialysis with my mother. Dad died of liver cirrhosis two years ago. My mother works in a school. Ananya created a family world by calling all the other patients as uncles, grandparents, aunts and uncles. Our consultant is very happy not to be bothered by this, he said, this is good for mental health & boost the immunity as well.
He could sing very good Rabindra Sangeet and Nazrul Geeti. I was never called a doctor. From the beginning he was called Dada.
One day my grandfather gave me a CD and told me the CD of the song I was singing. Listen at leisure. I said I will listen.
One day her mother brought us chicken birani, payes and sweets. I said there was no need for these, Baudi.
Ananya's mother is trying for a kidney transplant. Suitable donors do not match. He wanted to donate a kidney himself but his kidney function is not very good. Moreover, there are financial problems.
I have five sisters, a brother and a biomedical technician.
A female doctor joined as a registrar yesterday. Masters in Nephrology from Karachi, Pakistan. Name Dr. Tahmina. Small light slender build, but quite fair-looking, with a long face and a very lively smile.
The woman is currently watching the ideology here. Walking around with a consultant. Orientation for two weeks, then regular duty will be given. My workload has been reduced a lot since she came. There was no time to breathe before. Join the female doctor.
Before admission, discharge,
Dialysis patients
Take care, Procedure
Mostly I had to.
An eighteen-year-old man named Mohiuddin used to come for dialysis. Too poor. Although he talks about dialysis three times a week, he comes twice for financial reasons. Which was enough to bring danger to him. Comes with older sister. Life saving dialysis comes in extreme poverty. The sister said that she had to sell the land to raise money for dialysis.
Sometimes Mohiuddin does not come for about a month. We are worried. What happened to the boy? Our consultant also asked about it a few times. He called his sister on his mobile but found her off.
The sister suddenly came alone this morning. We asked, where is Mohiuddin? He said in a heavy voice that he died last week.
According to the sister, her brother did not want to put the whole family on the road by dialysis like a selfish person with the money from the sale of the land. His decision is that he will no longer do dialysis. Embracing death for the sake of the family seemed reasonable to him. He survived for almost a month without any treatment.
But my brother suffered a lot, the sister cried as she spoke. There is no language to comfort. I told Sister in Charge Chitra to put her in a corner and calm her down.
Another patient, Hanif Mia. Dialysis. Age forty-two years. At first I took it three times a week. Later he is financially taking dialysis twice a week. Trades in fish. Came with his wife. The woman is quite shy, pulling the long veil over her head and sitting like a robot on a tool next to Hanif Mia. I said one day you don't need to come. We are here. He replied, "Sir, I have no one in this world but him."
One day two gentlemen wearing suit ties came and asked if anyone by the name of Hanif Mia was doing dialysis here. Seeing his file and address, they said we came from Ocean Group on Industries. Our Chairman Sir would like to help this patient financially. Give us the calculation for the next two months for dialysis three days a week. We brought the money. I contacted them in the accounts section. I said if there is any other talk, come to the consultant's chamber.
When they came to the Consultant's Chamber half an hour after depositing the money, I was sitting in front of Sir discussing an ICU case. I introduced them to Sir. Sir can speak excellent Bengali. He asked why you want to help Hanif? What is his relationship with you?
Then one of them opened the matter.
To be continued..
Doctor X II
The files of all those who have surrendered in the last few days are on the table. They began to ghatate. He is very much interested in this matter. Especially trying to find out who is behind it. And looking for how scary. There are no injuries on the body. But the fear is getting as if death has come after the rapists. And they are running. Running to save lives. He is rushing to the police station
Abdur Rahman brought a box and said, 'Sir, a parcel has arrived for you.'
Mr. OC did not look away from the file and said, 'What parcel?'
'I don't know, sir. Open it and see. '
‘Well leave it on the table. I will see later. '
'Sir, the man who passed by said to open it now.'
Mr. OC's case seemed suspicious. He raised his head and said, 'Is the one who went through it still there or gone?'
'Yes, sir. I haven't gone yet. '
'I'm telling you not to go. He should not go. You go and hold on. I've been opening it before. '
Mr. OC took a box out of the bag. The box is beautiful to look at. Beautifully crafted. It must be expensive. Baxter was surprised after removing the lid. Another small box inside the box. There is a black card on the small box. Something like a visiting card.
Her hand was shaking a bit as she picked up the card. With trembling hands he took the card in his hand and turned it over. The black card has 'DOCTOR X' written in English in white ink. There is nothing else written
Mr. OC opened the second box and was even more surprised. There is an envelope and a pen drive. Advanced generation to see the pen drive. It is also beautiful. The envelope is under the pen drive. Mr. OC left the pen drive aside and opened the envelope. A letter came out of the envelope. He was sweating profusely while reading the letter. The whole letter is written in typed letters. In the letter,
Mr. OC,
So far, he has probably felt that the rapists are gone. There is no place for rapists in this land of Bengal. I have come to finish them. But giving a chance. You can save every rapist from me if you want. You will find the details of each rapist in the pen drive. There is every information about when and where they raped. Arrest them if you want. Arrest and punish them under the law by keeping them in custody. Or leave them to me. I will punish them. And in my court the punishment of the rapist is more terrible than the death penalty. The souls of the rapists will tremble at the sight of that punishment. Death is more peaceful than that punishment. One thing to think about is that they have not punished anyone but they are still afraid. Just keep thinking about what will happen to them if they are punished. And the punishment will be telecast live. Every TV channel in the country will be broadcast through every social media. All at once. Be prepared. The storm is coming. Will come
DOCTOR X
Suddenly the telephone started ringing. But the pressure has increased He leaned back in his chair without picking up the phone. While passing in front of the room, Constable Majid Mia saw OC's bad condition and approached him. The OC shouted, 'There's pressure medicine in the drawer. Get me out of here. '
Mr. OC's condition became much worse. He was moaning. The situation did not seem favorable. Anxiety has started to take root in everyone's mind.
After about an hour, Mr. OC recovered a bit. The doctor came and treated her. And asked to stay at rest for a while. After recovering, SI Zafar said to the OC, 'Sir! Commissioner Sir called many times. MP Sadeq Sikder's son cannot be found. Went out for a drive. But he did not return home.
'Didn't find the car?'
'The car was found. And a black card was found inside the car. And it was written on the card. '
The OC stopped Mr. Zafar and said, 'DOCTOR X'.
'Yes sir. Did you know in advance? '
The telephone rang again. As soon as the OC picked up the receiver and took it to his ear, the MP from Opash said, 'OC Sheikh Ahsan is saying?'
'Yes sir. I am Sheikh Ahsan. '
'Look, I can't find my son. Find my son as much as you can. '
'Sir we are trying. A police team has already been sent to search for him. The car was found. I hope your son can be found too. '
'Send more police. Anyway, I want my son. '
'Sir you will be tense. Let us do our work. We'll find your son. Alive or dead. '
'What a contradiction! What does dead mean? If something happens to my son, I will not let anyone go. I will see you. '
'Sir you are getting angry. I'm saying we're looking. '
After placing the telephone, Mr. OC handed the pen drive to Zafar and said, 'Take this pen drive. Check whose name is the first? '
Zafar was much more surprised when he ran the pen drive on his laptop. Then he said in a trembling voice, 'The first name is Shihab Sikder, the son of MP Sadeq Sikder. Shihab Sikder raped a girl named Shahida three years ago. Everything is given in details here. Will you see? '
A smile appeared on the corner of Mr. OC's lips. He muttered, 'Then the game has begun. He has started the game. It will work.
To be continued ..
Doctor X
'Mr. OC (a police officer)'! I raped a girl eight years ago. Arrest me. '
Mr. Ahsan raised his eyebrows from the old file and looked at the man. The man will be around thirty or thirty-two years of age. Dress Asha looks like a gentleman. The face creased with fear. The body is shaking. The fear of death has become apparent.
Mr. OC has become accustomed to the matter. Every day for a few days, someone is coming and surrendering. And everyone is accused of rape. Did not rape at the present time. Rape eight to ten years ago. One surrendered yesterday. Or he raped his housemaid twenty years ago. And now he is surrendering. There must be someone. That scares them. But Mr. OC still doesn't know who that Keuta is. Because no one is opening their mouths. He doesn't even say the name
No one was hurt. Was not tortured. There are no signs of injuries on the body. But they are afraid. They are so scared that someone is running to take their lives. And is surrendering to the police to save his life.
'Sit in the chair.'
Mr. OC called Constable Abdur Rahman to sit on the man. When Abdur Rahman approached, the OC said to the man again, 'Sit in the chair. Don't be afraid. Would you like some tea? '
The man was still trembling. After the man sat in the chair, he said to OC Abdur Rahman, 'You send the registrar's book here. And tell Jamil to go with two cups of tea. '
After Abdur Rahman left, the OC leaned towards the man and said, 'Is your name?'
The man replied tremblingly, 'So sohag.'
'Now tell me, what was the name of the girl you raped? Where did you rape? And what did you do to her after the rape? Tell the whole story. '
Sohag's fear was not diminishing in any way. Repeatedly looking around. As if looking for someone. Wanted to live from someone. A ten- to twelve-year-old boy came and left two cups of tea on the OC's table. Mr. OC. He sipped his cup of tea and motioned for Sohag to drink tea. But Sohag did not touch the cup of tea. Abdur Rahman went with the registrar's book. There was a commotion outside the police station. But the OC did not listen to him and looked at the man and said, 'Tell me. Don't be afraid now. Everything that happens now will be in court. You are safe here. '
Sohag said tremblingly, 'I used to have a girl with me when I was in university. The girl's name was Rozina. He came to study from a remote village in North Bengal. Poor girl. There was no one of his own here. If only. I was often asked to arrange a job. But I had a sensual look at the girl. I always wanted to enjoy the girl. One day I took the opportunity to take him to my friend's house for a job. My friends and I raped him while he was stuck there. I enjoyed him for three days in a row. Then I killed him and threw his body in Buriganga. No one came looking for him because he had no one. We too survived the ordeal. I can't say more than that, sir. Punish me as soon as you can. '
Mr. OC leaned down a bit and said, 'Is anyone scaring you?'
'No.'
'Tell the truth.'
'Yes sir.'
'Who?'
'I don't know, sir.'
'Don't be afraid. Tell the truth. '
'I don't really know, sir.'
Everyone says the same thing. No one knows who is scaring them. But they are afraid. Very badly scared. They are so scared that they are surrendering.
'Where are your friends who raped that girl?'
'I don't know, sir. I don't know anything else. Please put me in jail as soon as possible. '
'Another thing, did they torture you too much?'
'No, sir, he didn't do anything Please punish me. Save me from punishment. Please. '
The man was crying. Not a cry of remorse. Cries of fear. No one cries like this out of remorse. But who is showing so much fear? And how does it look? Who is he? But whatever the motive, it must be acknowledged. Thoughts were swirling in Mr. OC's head. He knew in that look that nothing could be further from the truth. Nothing was known from those who had surrendered before.
Mr. OC once called SI Zafar in his hair. When SI Zafar came and stood beside his table, he said, 'Zafar! Take it. This man is also a rapist. Surrendering. A similar case. "
'Sir, did you say anything extra?'
'Nah. Its condition is like everyone else. I don't know anything. You take it. After writing everything on the FIR sheet, send it to the court tomorrow.
'But tomorrow is Friday.'
'Oh yes. Tomorrow is Friday. The head is not right because of the tension. Send it to the court on Sunday. '
'Okay sir.'
SI Zafar took Sohag. Mr. OC left the chair and stood up. Blood pressure has probably increased 7 The noise was heard from outside. He started to go out to see it. But in the end he did not go out and came back again.
To be continued..
People can't change their destiny II
There is only one place to go. My grandparents' house means my mother's father's house, although there has been no communication for 6/7 years and have not been there for so many days. Even then I stepped in that direction with one hope. I heard three years ago that my grandmother had died. There are grandparents. I don't know anything else. In 7/8 years, everything there may have changed. I don't know the roads, but I will reach them somehow with the address. I came to the bus stand and bought a ticket. In the afternoon. I was a little scared to go so far alone.
What will happen after thinking so much ..! What is the fear of those who have nothing in their life.
I crouched down and sat down in my seat. A gentleman is sitting next to him. Seeing my numbness, he called a woman and put her in his seat and went to the woman's seat himself.
I got a lot of peace. There are people like that nowadays. I was surprised to think.
The woman next to me is looking at me again and again and at my hand bag. In the end, he said
From home
I think you ran away.
I shook my head. However, he did not understand exactly whether I said yes or no.
I asked him what time it was 3:40.
At this time there must have been a commotion. But everything will be acted out, only the next event is known.
I felt a little relaxed thinking about all this.
After some time, the car braked hard ..!
I survived by putting my head in the front seat. People in the front seat are saying that the police have come in a hurry.
I was scared to know why inside. If all the guilt is not mine.
I crouched down more.
The police came in front of us looking for what we know.
My face was covered with a veil. He said to take off the niqab and immediately someone from behind said yes yes this is my daughter ..!
The voice is not unfamiliar to me. I see my honest mother next to my father.
You came to pick me up.
I got up. I got out of the car. Mother thanked the police. He was found in such a short time with his help, but the matter should be kept secret.
I was surprised ..! If I go home now, it will be a scandal.
I can't even dare to say anything.
The bride took me straight from the stand to the parlor.
And then I found out,
My sister ran away from the wedding party with her boyfriend.
This marriage was being forced almost in a way. But no one thinks that the sister will go so far.
Wrote a letter before leaving
If you try to find, you will commit suicide and the family will have all the responsibility .. !!
I listened and it seemed as if every hair on my body was growing.
I was wondering what happened in what.
I am now being groomed to protect the honor of the house. Reach out to me from what I said when I was renting on arrival.
After the evening of the bride, my mother's bracelet was handed over to me.
Then it seemed to me that my mother was telling me to teach like this with very small hands
You can't get away from this bracelet. Even if I am not there, these bracelets will always be my blessing.
Today, my mother's words seemed to come again and again. I was crying very much for my mother. True mother's prayer may be like that .. !! Mother's prayer became my destiny.
Even after all this has happened, I am still in my mother's arms with my mother's bracelet.
I was looking at the two bracelets again and again. Suddenly my father came and took me by the hand and wept.
Crying and saying,
I'm sorry mom. I couldn't do anything.
It's a shame to look at you as a father.
I couldn't say anything. I was just crying.
I was handed over to someone. But they did not know how many shoots happened inside it. Just know that the bride is so late to come from the parlor.
I looked at my mother when she came. I saw him staring with a fixed gaze. Maybe you can think so much will happen. He could not even go to decorate his daughter. Even then I saw Opash wipe his eyes back. I got those red eyes. I have got everything. People cannot change destiny. Rather, destiny shows man its mistakes in the extreme moment.
Receipt II
I was not bad as a student. After HSC, I got admitted in medical on one chance. When I came home on the first holiday, I saw a kind of smile on everyone's face. Siblings can never get together without Eid. But everyone is at home now. I was a little surprised, I thought I got a chance in medical, so everyone came to hear the news of coming home first.
But he broke the mistake on my night. As he was talking to his grandmother, he suddenly said,
"Your mother came and saw that the girl is very beautiful."
"Which girl? What are you talking about!"
"Your marriage is fine. Let your father go home. I can know everything through his face."
Listening to my grandmother's words, I fell from the sky. I understand that the water of marriage may have spilled a lot. Anyway, this time the father has to stop. The stage of going crazy while studying medicine, getting married again as a student?
Meeting with father after Fajr prayers in the morning. The two older brothers smiled and left me alone in front of my father, walking home.
Dad smiled and said,
"What's the matter, your prayer is read correctly?"
"Yes, read on."
"You must have heard the news, your wedding is on Friday."
I stared, "No, Dad, I'm not getting married now."
Dad smiled loudly. He said in an apologetic voice, "Why don't you get married?"
I said, "Does anyone get married as a student? And I still don't earn a single penny. Besides ..."
Suddenly my father stopped me and started walking barefoot. I am also following him. After a while he looked at me and asked, "How old are you now?"
I replied, "20"
"Hmm, that means you're old enough. You're old enough to get married."
I said helplessly, "That doesn't mean you have to get married now."
Hearing that, the father stood motionless. Pointing to the phone in my Punjabi pocket, he said, "I have a smart phone with me. You must get all the news before the paper."
I looked at my father and said nothing.
The father said, "This is the forbidden relationship, adultery, rape, more unknown and many more bad deeds we see when we open the magazine.
What would happen if every young man's character was right, if he got moral ideals and family education in the right way? I'm not saying you will do these bad things. But my responsibility as a father is to protect you from many unknown sins.
If you say that you do not earn money, what will you eat after getting married? Hey, the owner of feeding is superior. Can anyone eat someone's rizik. He can eat as much as he wants. There is no one in the world without food. If necessary, you should eat less than three meals a day. "
I had no reason to say anything more on my father's face that day.
The marriage is mine. After the marriage, the father asked her to take Afia with her. I explained and said, it is not possible to take it suddenly. I will come and take it next time.
Many of my friends laughed when they heard the news of my marriage. Someone said fearfully, "Yes, you did exactly what you did."
I sit alone on campus after class. Many of my friends go around talking about girlfriends, talking and chilling. Then the father's words came to mind, 'Haram relationship'. I keep thinking, if you look at it with colored glasses, maybe it looks good. But if you think coldly as a Muslim, these things are really very sensitive ...
At one time, due to lack of knowledge and inability to understand, it seemed that my father was taking care of me or abusing me. Nowadays I think everything that my father did was right. Next time, bring Afia with you. In a small house, our family freezes very well.
When I come home after class, I see him standing by the window. This is how he waits for me every day. Today, when he saw me getting off the rickshaw, he was shocked.
I know what he's doing now. First he would run to the washroom to fetch the water, fetch my clothes, then quietly stand by the door with a glass of cold water in his hand, and open the door at the sound of my feet before the bell rang.
Even today he is no exception. After bathing and eating, I said, "You do so much for me every day, I can't do anything for you in return."
He smiled and said, "Who can't say that? You come back at the right time every day after class. Don't talk nonsense. I wait in the empty house all day and when I see your face, everything is mine."
My eyes get wet when I hear Afia's words. I think it's just as important for men to get married at the right time. Just as important is to have a virtuous wife.
The life of Chittapriya III
I heard that you can get married there. No one can deny if he gets married in front of Thakur himself. What, agree? '
They talked calmly. They will catch the train at dawn so that everyone can leave the house unnoticed. No need to take anything with you except a few clothes. Sitting by the window of a moving train, the two of them will watch the sun rise. Even though they are just going for a walk at the moment, neither of their two families will agree to let them get on the train. As soon as you get on the train, the youth will be ruined. They were floating in a dream then.
Sarma was caught. Her mother was on her way out of the house. Maybe a friend of Chittapriya did that benefit, or he was skeptical of the girl's ideology. Chittapriya came back from standing at the station for a long time. Then his condition is like insanity. Friends brought news in the afternoon that Sarma had left for Calcutta with her parents.
Then there is no more communication. The news that Sarma was married came to my ears. He was relieved to know that he had not committed suicide. Time is a medicine that slowly erases all sad memories. After reading more, he got a smile when he went to work in Calcutta. If Sarma had come to the station properly that day, she would have smiled instead of suffering when she thought about how their lives would have been ruined. Because people with two immature brains just wanted to fight life with emotion, it's nothing but ridiculous. But a little pressed breath in the chest that did not eat so or who would say? Otherwise, why couldn't he be normal even after marrying the daughter of his father's choice after a long time? It is one thing to do one's duty and another thing to cling to the love that comes from within.
Chittapriya discovered that the way to come from within has been closed since the loss of Sarma. The matter was unknown to him till marriage. His wife did not know that magic could open the door. Of course, after living together for so many years, Chittapriya did not even think of regretting it. He did not know when the dust had accumulated in Sarma's memory. Today, all of a sudden, the whirlwind of that gaze came and the discomfort started to remove some of the dust. Chittapriya looked at the old woman sitting opposite.
The end. Thank you for reading.
Receipt
I got married at the age of 20. Dad forced me to get married! Anyway, at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first. On the first and last night of the marriage, I was awakened by my wife's call. He used to say with a kind of command, "He is giving Azan, come to the prayer."
My father is a teacher in a madrasa. He has been leading the mosque for 30 years. The day you don't see me in the mosque for Fajr prayers, I don't have food on my forehead half the day. Dad is a very strict person. Except for the grandmother, not a single person in the house dares to fight without her order.
As a child, if the Fajr prayers were missed, it was limited to a few messages. These are strict rules since growing up. Mother, of course, would eat quietly.
But my father got me married and there was another problem. My father's name is Afia. Father's student. His main job is to complain to my father about what I don't do all day.
When he suddenly missed the Fajr prayers for some reason, he would laugh and say, "Stop eating today." Really, after marriage, if I miss prayers, I stop eating till noon.
Now you must understand how I grew up in a family. The father, of course, had an argument behind this strict rule. He used to say, "The fool who destroys the eternal sleep for the sake of a momentary restful sleep is a fool. And the eyes and ears have to be opened with the punishment of fools."
We are four brothers and sisters. Pithapithi's two elder brothers are in the department of 'Al-Quran and Islamic Education' at Kushtia Islamic University
Reading and writing. They are also married. Hafez is the elder sister of Quran. He also got married a year ago.
I am the youngest in the family. My father wanted me to study in a madrasa and become a big Maulana. I was there until I was 7 years old.
One day my father came home in the evening. Grandma sent word to me to call my father.
Baba saluted and sat next to his grandmother.
Grandmother looked at her father in silence for a while and said,
"Khalil, do you remember what illness your father was dying of?"
Hearing this, my father started eating. He probably didn't expect that. Because the grandmother always told her father various things to rule over her grandchildren. She may have thought that such a thing would happen.
Dad said in an unprepared voice, "Yes, I remember Mom. Dad had cholera, died without any treatment."
Grandmother winked and said, "There was no doctor in the seven gerams. If there was, your father might still be alive."
"Yeah. Mom. Maybe God could have survived." Saying this, the father wiped his eyes with the Punjabi sleeve.
I was standing at the door. Grandma brought me to the side and sat me down. He turned his hand on my head and said to my father, "I want one of the pola doctors of the family to serve the people." Grandma paused and looked into her father's eyes. "You should not teach Abdullah in a madrasa but in a school."
The next day my father admitted me to the school at the word of my grandmother. My lifestyle changed radically!
I left my white Punjabi hat, put on my pants and shirt and started going to school.
After SSC, I fell in the company of friends and came home clean shaven. Dad did not allow me to enter the house. Holding a statue of fire, he said in a loud voice,
"A Jew-Christian who turns around can't be my son. You go out."
I'm head over heels. I could not utter a word. I was thinking, the hostel is closed, where should I go and what should I do.
Dad suddenly picked up my bag lying on the ground and handed it to me. He showed me the way out and said,
"On the day when the beard grows on the face, I will come home with full circumcision, not before."
Grandmother came out when she heard the noise. Said in a sharp voice,
"Khalil, what happened, Ray? Why are you taking out the Thai house?"
"Mommy why did you get out of this body? Go inside."
"I don't see your courage less. You will take my grandson out. At this age, you have not grown a beard properly."
Grandma looked at me. Thurthur came forward and took my hand inside the room.
Even so, I rarely talked to my father. He would call me if there was any need. That night my father came to my room himself. I was trembling with fear of the unknown. I was mentally preparing to digest his words. He said softly, "Have you eaten rice, father?"
I was a little shocked by his sincerity. I nodded and said in a weak voice, "Yes."
"Do you know why I rule you so much?"
I'm silent. Not answering. The father said again, "Fathers never want the child to be bad. I rule so much so that you don't fall into the trap of bad companions."
"Dad, I'm wrong. I'm sorry."
"Look, people will make mistakes. But it's not right to make mistakes knowingly; cheating on yourself, cheating on yourself, these mistakes are very serious. Do you know which period men will take directly to the grave?"
"No, Dad."
Dad smiled and replied, "Beard is the only circumcision that can go to the grave with a man."
I wanted to say something, my father stopped and said, "Clean shave means smart. Smartness of ideal Muslims means to keep beard from youth. Many people say let's get married, have children, then I will keep beard?
To be continued..
Blue Bangles
Will you buy me a dozen blue bangles? After sending the message, Anu closed her eyes and waited for the reply from Opash.
As soon as the message was sent, as soon as there was a sound in the messenger, Anu opened his eyes.
- If I ever get a chance.
-Thanks but blue bangles but.
- Blue is not my favorite color.
- My and ..
- You tell me when you hear me.
-Remember, why do I have to listen to you?
- I heard a long time ago that my favorite color is blue.
- Do you remember that?
- No, not at all.
- Hmm, absolutely. So keep the blue bangles in your head.
- I will remember. When will you come to town?
- When I need something.
-If you let me know in advance, maybe one day I could buy a bangle.
- After Kina, tell me I will take it.
- But I do not know the size. I have never bought these in my life. Experience Zero.
- You don't have to know the size, buy what you like. But yes, I can read.
-How do you actually buy these?
- I took it with my hand and bought it with the size of the diameter. Hihi
- Then I'll buy it the day you come.
- No, you buy it.
- It would be nice to have you.
-I want you to buy to your liking alone.
- I'll buy it to my liking, you just give me the size. That would be good.
- The day you buy him, tell me not to give him a pick.
-Don't you come to the picture one day?
-Don't remember your bangle.
-Okay
I'll buy it.
Anu was sitting thinking, he told her maybe he won't give her a bangle. Kiptus was also thinking what Anu would say. He smiled and shook his hair and turned off the data.
How strange is the life of Anura. Whenever I feel a little better, I see happiness, then from where tomorrow the Baishakhi storm comes and destroys everything.
How many dreams did he have to see the whole world with the eyes of his beloved man, so he made Anura's house, Nanu's house and Khalamani's house his own world, but twenty-five spring passed and Anu remained in that place with all his dreams.
I bought your bangle after receiving a text message to turn on the data at night.
-When are you coming?
-Anura is not happy, it is one of Anura's dreams, but if the dear man would have taught him!
-What are you talking about? Tell me before you tell me why you do it? Now you can do it, right?
To be continued..
The stork
The legs of the stork are tied with thread. Before that, the yarn has been softened by soaking it in water. Enayet Mollah's idea is that the bird will suffer less. He is looking at the statue with annoyed eyes. He has been trying to teach the bird to talk for about seven days now. Birds have not learned to speak. The attempt resulted in a bandage on his two fingers. Realizing the opportunity, Shalikta stumbled.
“Bad birds. What is your problem talking? I spoke, ”Enayet Mollah threatened. The bullying worked. The bird's feet became dirty immediately. With great difficulty he suppressed the urge to kick the cage. I regretted it in my mind. If he were a human, not a bird, he could have slapped the statue with joy for so long.
Unable to slap, Enayet Mollah was disappointed when the peon came. He did not say goodbye by throwing a letter like every time. Enayet Mollah had to sign and keep the letter. Picture of an airplane above the letter. Enayet Mollah's body began to tremble. Foreign letters. His daughter, Monica lives in Melbourne. He left the country about five years ago. He did not get a chance to write a letter to his father.
Enayet Mollah did not open the letter. There is a faint doubt in his mind, there is no bad news in the letter. Eleven years ago today. One such afternoon a letter came from his eldest son, Tuhin. Tuhin, of course, could have written the letter. He did not live outside the country. He went to Dhaka to study. Enayet Mollah does not know how far Dhaka is. He never went to Dhaka. Just know that Dhaka can be easily reached from the village. That distance is short. But it is difficult to return to the village from Dhaka. That distance increased as he returned to his father. He opened the boy's letter with great interest. After reading the letter, he found out if Tuhin was in debt. The police are looking for him. If he cannot raise ten lakh rupees, the police will not release him. Enayet Mollah read the letter and sat quietly. Her son passed college and went to Dhaka for varsity admission. After finishing his studies, he got a job. Through this he can know through people that Tuhin is married. He has also become a grandfather. Enayet Mollah's eyes got wet even after hearing such happy news. Tuhin could have written a letter informing this news. Of course, by that time he knew that the boys did not write letters to their fathers informing them of these happy news. I have to write a letter to my father on the day of danger. Enayet Mollah sold the land. He went to Dhaka to raise money but could not find Tuhin. He went to the address from which the letter came and found out that Tuhin had divorced his wife. Tuhin has been missing since the case was filed against his wife's family.
Enayet Mollah opened Monika's letter. There is no address in the letter. The letter is written as if two people were sitting side by side talking.
-------- “You know Dad, it's raining outside. Nice moderate rain. I came to the lawn with a muffin-mug. I am sitting under a small tent watching the rain and writing to you. Today, about seven months later, it rained in Melbourne. Everyone is very happy. That's like getting wet in the rain. The rain in Melbourne is really beautiful. When it rains for five minutes, the roads start shining. The trees look dark green as there is less dust. Those who brag about the rain in the sub-continent may not have seen the rain in Melbourne. Anyone who sees this rain is bound to be fascinated. But yes, there is a problem. There is no way to hear the sound of rain on the tin rice. That's why I'm a little upset. I once thought I would build a small house near Temperate Forest, far from the city. The roof of the house will be made of tin. Just like our South Vita house. As soon as it rains, we will go there in groups to spend the rainy season. But my wish was not fulfilled. Sifat did not agree. He didn't understand why such a strange thought came to my mind.
You know, Dad - I've been thinking about all these weird things since I was little. You used to call me 'Thinking Queen' because I was very thoughtful. I pretended to be angry, but I liked your call! But you did not understand that.
Well Dad, do you always have an angry feeling like before? Before, to slap huthat people. No one wanted to read in front of you for fear. Even though everyone was scared, I could understand that anger is your external form. Your insides are different. Slapping someone in the head with anger makes you feel remorse. Then run and do various things to make the man feel better. I was lucky that you were never angry with me. In the SSC test, I failed in mathematics. Head sir, the fire is angry. He called you to school and scolded me. He told you to tell me something harsh. You couldn't say anything. You looked at me in such a way that I got a smile and you looked very helpless. I still smile when I remember that.
Dad remembers his childhood very much today. Going to the fair on your shoulders, fishing in the lake on the west side, making garlands with shiny two taka notes or flying kites with the boys - everything comes to mind today. I want to go back to the past by some magic. Do you remember Dad- when it first rained in the rain, Tuhin Bhaiya and I would quickly go down to the yard. You couldn't get us out of the yard with hundreds of calls. In the end you go down too. The three of us used to get wet together. How much better it would have been if mom had survived then dad? I have not seen my mother. I heard in your mouth that he died at the time of my birth. So I can't say what mother's caress and love is like. But I never missed it. You did not understand that lack. All parents in the world love their children. But the amount of love you have given to our two brothers and sisters, even if you share it with thousands of children, no one will fall short. Unfortunately for us, we do not understand the value of your strong love. You were the ideal father but we were not the ideal child. Brother Tuhin got married without informing you. He went missing due to various incidents. We waited day after day for the brother. He did not return.
I also grew up watching. If you decide to marry me after seeing a good house. You always wanted to marry me somewhere nearby. But luckily we came here two months after the marriage.
I've been here for about five years. I haven't contacted you in a long time. I know you have a mountain of anger in your mind. I can't move that mountain.
Thank you.
People can't change their destiny
Seeing my younger sister's wedding day, the people of her father-in-law's house were staring at me. I pretended not to see and came back from there. The face was covered.
The reason for my hiding. The recipient sees me and fixes the e-marriage. They liked me. But my mother wants her own daughter to marry this boy. Such a boy can no longer be found. Whatever happens in my life, it is her prayer that her daughter's life will be happy. You can understand in words that she is my honest mother.
My father got married for the second time after the death of my own mother and it was also the second marriage of my honest mother. For some reason our economic situation is worse than before. And the condition of my honest mother's father's house is very good. Basically, he needed a trustworthy person to take care of all his property, so he found his father and married him. The lack of a husband also subsided and a man was found as close.
From that time I left our own house and lived in the house of that mother's father. This incident of marriage is not unknown to the father but when the head of the house is my honest mother then nothing comes of the father's words.
Before my mother died, my mother gave me her own bracelet. I had such a memory of my mother. But even then my honest mother endured. Even though everything was perfect in the marriage, I had to take those two bracelets from me. Seeing no one in my closet, I had to come out.
The bracelet is not in both hands and immediately the eyes are blurred ..! There was no mother for so long but this existence of the mother was lost today. I was bursting into tears but I refused to cry. I quickly took out the bracelet, handed it to my 2nd mother and went out through the back door of the house. Thus the face was covered.
When I arrived, I saw my father standing overseeing his second daughter's wedding. He seemed to pretend not to see me. My father has also changed a lot. Don't look for me like before. Only I fulfill my responsibilities.
An invisible wall has been built between us. I have also fulfilled my second condition. I ran away from home on my wedding day. Although that is not my intention. No girl wants to smear ink on her forehead.
My honest mother's order. Otherwise, he will hand over his daughter to them. I know that after a while I will find my lies. The people of the house know that. But I don't know if my father knows.
The first condition for me was to give my mother's bracelets. The second condition is to run away from home on the wedding day. The 3rd condition is to get married to someone like yourself. Yes, if I were a boy I could easily fulfill the 3rd condition but I don't have that either.
The mother died at the age of nine. At the age of 11 the new mother comes home. I thought I had lost my mother and found my mother, but not in my own house. I don't know when the study has gone out of my head due to work pressure.
When I was in school, I had a girlfriend who would take the news if she didn't go to school. With a call on mom's phone. There was a little talk. But two days later my father came and said, He stopped going to school from the next day because the boys called in the same room. I talk to my boys unnecessarily on the phone. The eyes did not listen to the words. I tried to explain in many ways that my father could not. Until the end of my study life.
I reached the bus stand by car. Before coming, my 2nd mother didn't even ask where to go.
But if you want to go somewhere, it takes some money to walk. So I bought the bus fare by myself. And I said softly, I am on my way to Nanabari. No one will know since there is no communication.
To be continued.
Life of Chittapriya II
Once upon a time, Chittapriya had to raise his face. The woman is looking out the window. However, in the darkness of so many nights, nothing outside is supposed to catch the eye. Still staring. The blue fringe of the white sari has become a veil from a little above the forehead. The face is not visible, but it is understood that youth has passed for a long time. Nowadays many women are able to go out relying on these travel companies. This is also the team. Looking at the nose and hands, it is understood that the color of the skin was once very bright. Chittapriya's wife was not healthy, but very fair. Daughter Ananya got her mother's color. What kind of relationship he had with his wife is still not clear to Chittapriya. Never disrespected, never neglected duty, served in bed, but discovered that his memory was turning gray after he died. I don't even remember that much now. He did not feel any of the tension of love in his book towards his wife. On the contrary, he has not been attracted to a second woman since his marriage. Till now the two words came to mind and he laughed heartily. Reaching this sixty, which woman will he be attracted to? For those who look normal, they are over fifty. And after fifty, the minds of Bengali girls are not at all eager to accept the love of a new man. I don't know if the desire comes, but to keep it under control and become silent like Chaitra's noon.
The lady turned away. Then he raised both hands and tried to lower the window glass. Kulochilo his strength. Chittapriya could no longer remain indifferent. Said, ‘I see, you move a little’.
The lady looked up. Rupoli stains on front hair, facial skin is still tight despite age. Two eyes inside the glasses. Chittapriya stopped. An earthquake shook his head. Such a crooked neck and big eyes, can not be. People's appearance changes. The posture too. Time swallows everything nice. His own twenty-year-old look has little in common with the present. This is not unusual at all. The recklessness of uniting two people just by looking at them.
Chittapriya used a lot of force and closed the window and returned to his seat. He came and saw that the lady was looking at him in the same way. This time he felt uncomfortable. He was slim, it is better to say thin. He loved to wear yellow sari and yellow dress. Curly hair used to fall down to the knees like a shower. He did not intentionally imprison her. And looking at that face, it seemed that there was an alternative to the holy word. It has nothing in common with him except Chahanituku.
Chittapriya turned away. It is not in his nature to talk too much. The woman also leaned back and closed her eyes. Chittapriya did not try to read books anymore. After many, many days, that discomfort came back to his mind today. Looking back, many years have passed and the number is not at all comfortable. But what is true is true forever.
He lived in Jamshedpur then. My father worked for Tata Company. He has just graduated from the quarters of Kulsi Road. At that time there were less people in Sakchi, everyone knew everyone. Chittapriya used to play good cricket while in school, he also got a name. I used to spend my winter holidays in Sakchi's field. There was a match that day. He was batting. When he got a fultus and turned around, he screamed. The ball fell on the head of the girl standing in front of the house on the other side of the field. She is sitting with her head in her hands, wearing a chocolate colored sari, aged seventeen or eighteen. Chittapriya also went to run away. The gap between the girl's fair fingers was melting and beautiful red blood was coming out. Everyone grabbed the girl and took her away. The girl's mother started screaming and arguing. The joy of Ober Boundary was erased, he felt guilty. Dr. L. The injury was not serious but had to be stitched. Chittapriya did not play that day.
The girl, whose name is Sarma, had a conversation with him one day. Love from talk. There were still small white spots peeking out of Sarma's hair. Walking in Jubilee Park, Sarma said, ‘You’ve been in my head all my life’.
It was a time of great happiness. Happiness and fear. Hiding and stealing two days a week, meeting for a while and thinking day and night. Then inevitably that day came. Sarma lamented that her father had arranged the marriage, but she would commit suicide but would not marry anyone else. Now everything is in the hands of Chittapriya. Whatever he wants will happen. Chittapriya forgot to eat and drink. He needs a job to save Sarma. But who will give him a job? What kind of job can a young person in college do? There is no question of asking parents for help, because they will not indulge. Friends advised Sarma to go somewhere else. There try to get a job by character. And that place should be Kolkata. So no one in the crowd will be able to find them. All of them raised donations and raised thousands of rupees. With that money in hand, Chittapriya felt that the world had come into his hands. He made the offer to Sarma. By train from Jamshedpur to Kolkata. Find a job in a normal hotel and it will definitely be available. Sarma said, ‘If not available?’ He said, ‘Must be available. If you don't take this risk, I will never find you. Can't you trust me? '
‘Of course I do. And if you don't get a job, there is no harm, somehow something will go wrong. I don't mind being in the slum with you. ‘Just what?’
‘How do we go together without being husband and wife?’
The matter was not in my mind. He was worried, really, when will he marry Sarma? What does it do? Then he noticed. He said, ‘As soon as we reach Calcutta, we will go to the temple at Kalighat.
Life of Chittapriya
It has been six years since Chittapriya Chatterjee retired but his health is still strong. The gentleman's wife passed away three years ago. He was bedridden for about three years before leaving. Chittapriya did not make any mistake in his treatment. But after living with a dying man for three years, the grief is lessened and he remains steadfast after his wife's death. Now he spends his time reading books and writing regular letters to his children. The eldest son Anutosh is in Madras with his family. Good job there. Daughter Ananya is in Delhi. They all locked him in his house in Calcutta and asked him to go to them. Chittapriya did not agree. He is relying on a servant.
Since he did not become emotionally disabled despite his advanced age, his way of life was a little different. Every morning he walks four kilometers after sneakers. It has been twenty years since he gave up alcohol or cigarettes. Not eating meat and eggs lately. He did not even think of taking initiation, he was not even interested in all these things. There is no picture of Thakur in the house. Lately his hobby is going for a walk. It would not be right to leave without seeing the various sights of India.
But nowadays there is so much disorder around that one does not dare to go despite the desire. What a mess with a train ticket. In the end, Chittapriya decided to be a partner of a famous 'special' company. Maybe we won't turn around at will. But money can be worry-free.
That's how it was arranged. Haridwar on Dun Express. From there Kedar and Badrinath became Hrishikesh. At first I was a little uncomfortable because of the smell of pilgrimage on the names, then I thought that the natural attraction of the places is not less. He is not going to achieve virtue. You will see nature with all your heart. Therefore, leaving the family in the hands of the servant, he came to the station one evening with a suitcase.
People are giggling on the platform in front of the room where they are supposed to go. Most of the elderly people have come to say goodbye to their families. Managers are repeatedly warned not to be careless. The girl is getting up in the room and tidying up her mother's belongings so that there is no problem. The boy is reminding the father to take medicine on time. Chittapriya noticed that most of the passengers were old and had no relatives. Why did the relatives who came to say goodbye not accompany him when he was so worried?
Chittapriya's nature is not to talk to anyone. Shortly after leaving the train, he noticed that so many unfamiliar old people had begun to talk to each other in such a way that the smell of unfamiliarity could not be found.
One of the two seats facing the window by the side of the passage was allotted to Chittapriya. Chittapriya wanted so. You don't have to sit face to face with anyone. No one will be able to start talking by raising his voice. Shortly after leaving the train, he opened a book and sat down. Bought an English thriller from the platform before boarding the train. But the speed of light is so low that it is not going to read well. Or you have to change the power of the glasses. Chittapriya closed the book. No, he is really old now. The body is fat but the skin is loose, wrinkled. There are several folds under the eyes. He did not notice when these came unknowingly. It is difficult to get up to the fourth floor. Can't even think of running. What's wrong with the eyes!
The person sitting in the seat opposite Chittapriya is also old. This room is crowded with people of last age. The old man said, ‘My bed is upstairs. Tell me, how do you get up with this body? I said so much to give the lower berth, but did not listen. Is this the first time? '
Chittapriya shook his head. No, he didn't say anything. Talking will increase the talk. And there is no doubt that he is the name of the allegation. People are always dissatisfied with age.
At this point another old man somehow managed to sway the train and stood up, ‘Oh Harihar! He agreed.
‘Done?’ The old man on the opposite side sat up straight. ‘Why not? Do any of the five old men want to sit alone? I said, if you have difficulty here, you can go to the single seat. Harihar is there, if you say so, he will leave. '
The old man said, ‘But my sleeping berth is upstairs. How old is he? '
‘It will be in the sixties. I will send it here first and then we will see. Bring your belongings, you can go and gossip. '
Chittapriya was quite uncomfortable as the two old men moved around with their belongings. If a woman is sitting on the opposite side, there is a lot of trouble. He may have to leave his lower berth and go upstairs. No, he won't get up. He got the berth because he piped it while paying the money. Not willing to give up now. Best of all, don't talk, don't indulge, and then don't wear the mask of politeness. Chittapriya opened the book again. Despite not being able to see well, he felt that he was falling with deep attention. A little later the suitcase arrived. With white cloth. Chittapriya did not look up. If someone is sitting in the opposite seat, how long can you not see?
To be continued..
Mandela effect -parallel universe
**When science is surprised!!**
Science does not know why this happens to people! Giving an example before moving on to the main topic will make it a little easier to understand.
Suppose you are a cricket lover. On top of that, Bangladesh has reached the final of Cricket World Cup again. The final game will be played tomorrow at 8.00 am. You chatted with friends all day today and had a party to make it to the finals in Bangladesh. So far everything is fine.
You fell asleep at night like every day. Then you got up at 8.00 in the morning and started the sports channel early. And then, you were surprised.
The final is not being played on any sports channel. Then you called your friends and wanted to know which channel cricket is being played on !!! But then you are even more surprised!!!!
**Your friend said: Cricket?**
Is it a game again? There is no such game. You thought maybe your friend was joking with you. But then why the game is not showing on TV!
You called all your relatives, friends. But they said the same thing !!! No one knows that there is a game called cricket !!
Your head then went completely bad. You have no idea what is happening to you or why. This is called the Mandela Effect. A few years ago, a famous movie called Star Wars was released. Where there was a dialogue luke, I am your father. The movie was watched by many people on the first day of its release. So far everything was going well.
But the problem started when everyone saw this movie for the second time on the internet or on TV. They saw that actor luke, i am in your father's place saying no, i am your father.
Everyone suddenly fell from the sky to the ground. Everyone was amazed at how this is possible! Countless people claim that this is wrong! The matter then caught the eye of scientists.
Scientists began research on it. A team of them approached the movie makers and asked if they had made any changes to the movie! But they didn't say we didn't make any changes to the movie. This has happened to billions of people around the world.
The matter was first caught by scientists at the time of Nelson Mandela's death in 2013.
At the time, a large crowd claimed that Nelson Mandela could not die now. Because he died in 1970 while still in prison. And they watched Mandela's funeral live on TV. And Mandela's wife also mourned that day live.
From which this subject is named Mandela Effact. If one person or a few people claimed it, they would be called insane.
But when millions, billions of people from all over the world make the same claim, we can't call everyone crazy.
Scientists do not have a clear explanation for this, but scientists have a theory called parallel universe. Which is fully incorporated into science fiction.
And if anything like that has happened to any of you, you must let us know in the comments.
The dark world in cell
After lying to my mother-in-law, I went to the Bulldha Garden with Shimu to meet Chanchal Bhai. I went and saw the restless brother standing in front of me as before.
The man has dried up and become wood. I did not recognize. He cheated on me but still tears came to my eyes when I saw him. I controlled myself and asked,
Why did you cheat on me like that? All the desires of my life have been buried for you. Believe me Sharmin I love you first to take revenge on your brother. But then I fell in love with you from the heart. Well, I understand! What would happen to your wife and children if you married me?
I would have divorced him. Aren't you ashamed to say this? In fact, you are the worst person. So this was your truth? You took my money, my jewelry, everything. In fact you are a greedy, inhuman. Believe me Sharmin I still love you. Shut up you. Don't say the word love in this face anymore. I hate you, I hate you. I hate men like you.
Sharmin, tell me as much as you want, punish me as much as you want, I have no objection. Yet I will say I love you. I am very happy with my husband and children. You will never try to contact me again. Oh your husband understands he loves you so much? Yes my husband loves me very much.
Well, at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first. But why are you in this situation? Are you also a prisoner? This word of Chanchal Bhai stunned me. I'm leaving, this is my last meeting with you. Do you understand that your daughter? It's too sweet to look at, just like you, but the color of her skin looks like her father's. What is your mother's name? Why is your daughter so scared?
Chanchal brother I went. I love you Sharmin. I did not stop and went straight home. A few days later, Chanchal Bhai called me again on his mobile. But I did not receive. He kept calling and texting me. I block him. He would change the number and call me again. I was terrified all the time, I don't know if he came to my father-in-law's house again. I couldn't work properly. In cooking, sometimes salt and sometimes pepper would be more or less. Everyone tells me a lot about this.
One day Shimu was playing on the veranda of my room. After a while I went to the room and saw that he had a lot of toys, chips and chocolates. I ask Shimu, Who gave you all this mother? Mom, that's the guy you gave a lot of gossip about.
All I could understand was that Chanchal Bhai had come to the verandah on top of the wall. I became very worried. I felt very scared. I quickly hid everything from Shimura. Shimu was very stubborn to take the toys. I beat him a lot that day. Then one more day such an incident happened. I wanted to tell Faisal about it, but I didn't say anything, wondering if it would be the opposite again. I am busy with housework and my restless brother comes to the room and talks to Shimura. One day I saw the restless brother.
Why are you doing this? Do you want to break up my family? Family! What family? In this world you are the workaholic. And no one caresses or loves your daughter. Sharmin, you divorce Faisal and come to me. I will love you and your daughter very much, I will keep you very well. Come with me to the world free from this captivity.
You have gone mad, it is a sin to listen to these things. You get out of here right now. Never come here again. Then one day I will actually commit suicide with my daughter. The restless brother left that day. He really didn't come anymore. And did not have any contact with me. One day Shimu asks his father to give him a toy from the cupboard. Seeing so many toys, Faisal asks Shimu, "Mom, who bought you these toys?"
Shimu describes Chanchal Bhai. Faisal understands everything. Faisal calls me into the room and asks, When did Chanchal get out of jail? It's been a few days.
Isn't your love affair with him going on? Faisal, you keep your mouth shut. I am your wife. Talk to you soon and keep up the good content? Leaving her husband and children at home, she fell in love with her old boyfriend and brought him back to my house. I say again to speak with a calm face! I will not keep your mouth shut. He started slapping me evenly. Faisal never killed me in four years of marriage. This is the first time he has touched me. My head got hot and I said with a smirk,
Now it seems that cheater Chanchal Bhai is better than you. And no matter what he did, he would not touch me.
To be continued.
Embarrassed -Unequal Love II
And Diba forgets to make a wish. Later, when I remember, his birthday has passed. This is how friendship goes unevenly. The two of them used to come and go freely. They used to go for Eid or Pujo. Because of his young age, no one would stop him.
Joy was very timid and soft-hearted. He cried because he did not read an essay in the scholarship examination.
He is crying even after leaving the examination hall. Diba slapped his head and said are you a girl or not? Why are you crying like girls? Shut up. You really are an ass. The two became separated after Class Five Peru. Diba was sent to his brother. But the joy remained here.
The day when Diba was leaving, Ullas also cried that day. Diba was surprised and said, "What are you doing, donkey? Why are you crying again? You stop crying like these girls. Change your nature."
**Why are you crying a little?**
The day is gone. He also got tears. But he did not understand. He came to the car crying. Diba went to his brother but his mind did not sit here. He didn't like anything. Repeatedly missed the previous school, former friends, special merriment. We don't talk to Ullas anymore, we don't see him. He felt very bad.
He always did his housework with the joy of the day. If he was upset, he would go to play with joy. He used to share all the things of joy. And here he does not mix with anyone. I don't like anyone. Ullas listened to all his words. Why would anyone here listen to him?
Meanwhile, the excitement became even quieter. The only person to talk to is gone. There is no other friend of joy except day. Joy wrapped itself up further. I became depressed. Dibake remembers that he was bad. The restlessness of giving only makes you laugh.
Now there is no day. There is no one to listen to him. A year passed like this. He came to school one day in a hurry. He slapped her on the head with joy and said, 'This is the ass I have come to irritate you again. I will study here from now on. Do you understand that you have to change your gomara face? That will not work anymore.
Joy is also very happy. Joy has always been good results. But after leaving school during the day, he becomes more naughty. When the test is over, he leaves after copying the book of joy.
Ullas also helped Diba enough. Diba's homework is still exhilarating. Think with everyone in the class. But the joy still can't mix with anyone. Two have become friends but all are boys. If you ever talk to a girl about the joy of studying, you have to face the cannon of the day. Diba doesn't like talking to any other girl.
He is very jealous. Diba does not know why this is so. Diba talks to everyone. That is not the choice of joy. But Ullas can't even say anything to Diba. Lest Diba be angry.
They were in class eight then. It was Diba's birthday. Dibake is planning to give a surprise with a lot of joy. So, like other times, this time I don't wish at night. Meanwhile Diba was awake all night waiting for Wish. He erupted in anger. How did Ullas forget his birthday? Why didn't you wish him this time? I could not sleep during the day. He came to Ullas's house in the morning. As soon as he grabbed the collar of joy and came.
You have so much courage. Have you forgotten my birthday? Why didn't you wish me? Is it my responsibility to remember your birthday? What happened if I didn't make a wish? Why are you reacting so much?
Diba dropped the collar. Really! Why would Diba react if he didn't wish for joy! Diba Ullas left home and went to school. There is a private one in the morning.
As soon as he entered through the school gate, someone blindfolded him. Diba shouted but did not gain. The two are holding his hand and taking one somewhere. Diba is terrified. Diba was brought somewhere and his eyelids were taken off. Diba saw that their canteen was very nicely decorated.
Decorating with balloons and flowers. There is also cake. His friends all wished him well. As soon as their voices stopped, joy came from behind. He also gave flowers and gifts to Diba. The cake was cut. Diba found out that all the arrangements were exhilarating. His mind became better. He embraced the joy.
Thanks ass for making my birthday so special. You can't stop calling me an ass? I will call a donkey a donkey. This time he remembers the day of joy. Wished first of all. He also went out to walk with joy. When Diba came home, his mother called him. Fresh to go to his room. There are some things.
Diba did not understand what the mother suddenly said to him? How serious the mother's face has become. Did Diba do any wrong?
To be continued..
Unequal Love
No one could have imagined that Ullas would make such a big decision in the end. Joy and daytime counts are two days big and small. The day is two days of joy.
Diba and Ullas were born on the 18th and 19th of the same month. Diba and Ullas 'family are known for their parents' jobs. Ullas' father, mother and Diba's mother are working in the same company. Diba's father lives far away for work. Their home is not too far away. Ullas has an older sister. Dibar has an older brother.
There is a lot of friendship between the two families. Two families very thought. However, the distance has to be maintained a bit. Because two families follow two religions. Diba is Muslim and Ullas is of traditional religion.
Diba and Ullas have been very good friends since childhood. However, Diba and Ullas are the exact opposite of each other. Diba is very restless and stubborn. Very agile nature. And the joy is just the opposite.
Very quiet and quiet. Very humble and gentle nature. Still two friends. Before we start the story of day and joy, let's find out another unfinished story. Diba's elder brother Dipta and Ullas' elder sister Usha. The story is theirs. Unfinished story.
Dipta and Usha used to go to the same school. Intermediate has also completed from the same college. But a year ago. Dipta Usha is one year senior. Their story originally started from class nine. Unusual but true that the two like each other very much. He also started living well. The onset of guilty feelings about having the affair, in the first place, further zaps whatever energy the partner having the affair might still have left.
The exchange of letters began. Dipta also once fell in love with Usha. But Dipta is very realistic. He knows this is not possible at all. This unequal love will never have any consequences. Usha began to understand. But what does it mean to fall in love with someone? Is there any restriction? Usha started madness.
He also agreed to leave the religion. Correspondence was exchanged by hand. The age of the day was five or six. Thanks to the exchange of letters, I got chocolate from both sides. He also used to run the news of the two. Apart from the three of them, even the crows did not know about this secret love.
Dipta used to return Usha repeatedly saying that she did not love him. But the letters and pictures of Usha, hidden in the care of Budd, would tell him how much he loves her. Usha also gave a lot of gifts to Dipta. Dipta would keep them with utmost care. Even the dried flowers did not let Usha understand that. He used to ignore Usha again and again.
As much as Usha suffered in this, Dipta also suffered more than that.
Diba saw Usha sitting at Diptar's feet crying. Bright and crying looking the other way. But Usha did not understand. He controlled himself and threatened Usha. There is no benefit in doing all this.
Dipta and Usha came to the college in such a tense situation. A year ago. Dipta and Usha last met at the college. Dipta then in the second year. Dipta listened to Usha very hard that day. Usha tells Usha very hard so that she doesn't bother him anymore. Usha is glowing annoyed by these madness.
Usha seems to have no connection with Diptar in any way. Usha was badly injured that day. Moves straight home from college. When he came home, he said he would go to his uncle's house. For study. Long ago Usha was told to go there. But Usha did not agree. This time he will leave by himself. Come here and go through the exam.
Meanwhile, when he came home, Dipta closed the door of the room. He did not come out even after shouting many times. Diba is repeatedly wandering in front of the door. But he does not understand why Dipta did that. Diba and Ullas go to the same class in the same school. Ullas and Diba's parents work in this school. I went to school the next day and found out that Usha Di was leaving here. Joy told him OK.
Diba rushes to Tiffin Time and comes to Usha. Usha was busy picking. Her parents did not come home even then. Seeing Diba, Usha came and hugged him. Hu hu cried. Dibao cried then.
Usha asked Diba with some chocolates and a letter to keep an eye on her brother. To take care of her. Couldn't say anything else. The throat wrapped in tears. Tears well up in my eyes.
The whole class didn't talk to anyone during the day. Joy noticed that. I also wanted to know. Diba did not say anything. The story of Dipta and Usha ends here.
Their story is unfinished. Usha left. When the glowing test is over. I got a chance in medical. Stay there. He never met Ushadi again. Usha has been transferred from college to uncle's home college. He did not face this.
He was not seen with Diba. Usha did not come here. Let's get back to the main story. Diba and Ullas have grown up together. I used to go to school with my parents from a young age. That's why sports together, the beginning of friendship.
Diba used to be very restless. He could not sit still in one place. Joy used to sit quietly with books. Two were admitted to the school. Admitted to the same class. Both are very well educated. Joy is a little too good. Education is his world. He doesn't talk to anyone except during the day. And during the day the whole class walks.
He is friendly with everyone. Joy sometimes tells Diba not to do so much mischief. Diba Ulto threatens him. The strange thing is that Ullas always respects the day. That's what Diba said. Ullas is a very mother fan boy. She also has enough respect for her father. But the feeling with his mother is more than that. Her sister is not here, so she helps her mother with everything. He has no contact with anyone outside. And Diba flies away as a girl. He has no mind at home. Two people on two sides. Yet one in terms of mind. After all, the two are very good friends. Wishing everyone a happy birthday first. 12 minutes to one minute.
To be continued..
Before judging others, judge yourself
A photo taken by East-West photojournalist Jiban Ahmed has gone viral on social media.
A rain-soaked couple is kissing each other in front of the TSC premises of Dhaka University. Many applauded, but most of the comments in the comment box were frustrating. Most of the people are washing the two boys and girls with blasphemy. As if they have done something anti-state or anti-social by kissing each other in broad daylight!
The couple is being criticized for dragging religion and socialism, some have said that religion does not support this issue. Do they know if the young people in the picture were followers of any religion or not?
Some say, kissing in public is inappropriate with the culture of Bangladesh! I would like to ask them, since when has it been part of the culture of Bangladesh to lay hands on women in public? Since when has the theft of ponds by corruption become an integral part of our culture?
Nachiketa may have sung for these people many years ago - 'Kissing in public is never a crime in this country!' I imagine myself in the place of that boy or girl. They did not kill anyone, they did not seize anyone's property, they did not kill anyone's money, they did not break anyone's hands and feet with a hammer, they did not touch a teacher, they did not throw water on a girl from a truck while going to a political rally, they molested a girl inside the bus Didn't. Yet why do they have to pick up so much hatred? Saying they kissed each other in broad daylight?
First, kissing, or kissing in public, is not a crime under Bangladesh Penal Code, unless it is a public nuisance. Even if the kissing couple is of the same sex, there is no problem if they do not have sexual intercourse in public. The problem is, most people around us think that kissing is a part of sex or an early part of it. That's the problem. The fact that a boy or a girl can kiss each other in love does not enter the minds of many. You can say, this is in Europe, in America, why in Bangladesh? Do you know how far the borders of Europe and America have expanded in this age of globalization? That's why you only find obscenity in kissing, love escapes your attention.
Someone is telling stories inside and outside the house again. Do not do housework or outside! Do two people have to go through four walls to express love? This is the society that has built a dam on that road. If you are not self-sufficient, there is no 'right' to marry a boy here, if you pull those stories, the main content of the writing will be lost. Those who show these excuses, they only see the desire inside the kiss. They can't tell the difference between kiss and sex, for them love and sex probably mean the same thing!
I want to ask those who say this, it is good for you to watch porn videos at night, it is good to tease girls on the street, if you can touch a girl in the crowd, you go around, you sigh when you see Katrina Kaif's waist swaying, bribery Do not shake your hand, you go to the number two manipulative smile, why only two children kissed in public, it became haram? They became criminals? Strange hypocrisy!
The expression of love is different for each person. Some people want to show their love to the person they love by showing it to everyone, while others want to say it secretly. Neither of the two tribes is sinful, neither is wrong. You can't point a finger at someone unless someone is causing harm to you, your community, or your country. Did the couple commit the crime by kissing in public? How will I tell my loved ones how to love, what will be my expression, why do you fix that? They did not force anyone to do anything. Nothing was imposed on anyone. You are not forced to look at them. Then why are you abusing your family?
Thank you.
Condem cell II
After a few days I conceive. Even in the state of consciousness, one has to work as before. In the meantime, Faisal got a good government job. My father no longer needs a job. My mother-in-law did not listen to me less about this.
That your father Faisal gave you a government job and married you, now my Faisal has got a job on his own merits. Tell your father and brothers to compensate in a different way. However, Faisal did not allow this issue to go further.
You see how good my son is. Your father and brothers should learn a little from Faisal. I would bow my head and listen quietly. I never protested. My mother-in-law's words were like arrows, which pierced my chest and wounded me. Faisal gets busy with his new job. I told her several times that I had to work while I was pregnant. He used to tell me to talk to these mothers. But I never got a chance to talk to my mother-in-law. And I see Faisal too, he goes home in the morning and returns home after many nights. New jobs, a lot of work, are very tired so I also refrain from telling him anything.
One day I was in severe labor pains, Faisal was in the office. When I call Faisal, he tells his mother-in-law. Mother-in-law called us at home. My brother and mother rushed me to the hospital. I had a beautiful baby girl through Caesarean section. I have to stay in the hospital for a few days. In the meantime, Faisal came and saw only twice. But no one else came to the father-in-law's house. My father paid all the hospital bills and took me to our house. I name my daughter Shimu. Even though Shimu was in the womb, Faisal did not fulfill any responsibility towards me as a husband. Even after becoming Shimu again, Faisal did not fulfill any responsibility as a father. Faisal has always shied away from his responsibilities on the pretext of work.
I recovered a little and went back to my father-in-law's house. On the one hand, handling Shimu, on the other hand, all the household chores have to be done as before. Faisal said that if he had a child, his mother-in-law might have treated him well, but he would have told her more if she had been a little sideways in the opposite work. My little nanada would sometimes help me with a little bit of work. But because of this, the big river used to scold him. And when he said something to Faisal, he just said to adapt. I also got tired of adapting. When Shimu got a little older, I conceived again when he was two years old. This time I have a son. Mother-in-law is very happy then. Takes care of my son very fondly. But he can't stand my daughter. My daughter scolds when she watches TV, scolds if she wants to have a little fun. The baby man once took my son in his arms and threw him away. That's why he slapped my little girl. I was also angry with her and beat my daughter more. Then I would hug him and cry. My daughter would then wipe away my tears. The girl was always cringing in fear. My smiling girl became silent at one point. Standing at a distance, he could see how much everyone cared for his younger brother. The girl would run and hug me.
In the meantime, one day a call came from a mobile number. The phone belonged to Chanchal Bhai. After three years of my marriage, Chanchal's brother was released from prison. And as soon as he was released from jail, he collected my number and called me.
The restless brother wanted to meet me. I told the restless brother that I would not meet him. But he told me, "Sharmin, I have some truth to tell you, just meet for once."
Chanchal Bhai made many requests to me, and I also wanted to know if Chanchal Bhai wanted to tell me the truth. I decided to meet the restless brother.
She told a lie to her mother-in-law and went to Baldha Garden with Shimu to meet Chanchal Bhai.
To be continued..
Condem cell
Inside the condom cell is a heartbreaking scene. Sharmin is crying, as well as tears in the eyes of jail super Amena Khatun.
No, Amena Khatun did not give peace to Sharmin. Amena Khatun cannot comfort a murderous mother. Amena Khatun cannot cry for a cruel murderous mother.
This girl stopped crying and then told me what happened. Tell me why you killed your daughter. The next morning, my mother-in-law told me, Look, Sharmin, your father may be richer than us, your father told Faisal to give him a government job. But that's why your father didn't buy our heads. You are the eldest wife of the house, from today all the responsibilities of the house are yours.
Mother, you old people, these responsibilities remain with you. What a mother and daughter! I will take the responsibility of cooking, cleaning the house or the door! Are you a princess who will sit on his feet and eat. O Faisal. Where did Faisal go? What happened mom. Why are you calling?
See what your wife says. I will cook or he will sit on his feet and eat. Mom, when did I tell you this? Didn't you tell me to fulfill all my responsibilities? Yes. But ...
I was not allowed to speak completely. You see, he still says yes. What kind of girl is this, father? Take care of the house as Sharmin Ma says. But I can't do anything. Mom will teach you everything. You teach mother Sharmin. Since he is not used to working, give him a little time so that he can learn everything slowly.
All right, Dad, I'll teach Sharmin everything. Faisal went to the office. And my mother-in-law stood by and did all the work one by one. I have never done so much in my life. My fever went away at night, but my mother-in-law never came and asked how I was. But Faisal has served me all night long. Not as hard as I thought. The next morning, Faisal told his mother, "Mother Sharmin has a fever. Let her rest today."
My father-in-law, mother-in-law, two sisters-in-law and one brother-in-law. I have no rest in bed all day. I couldn't even get out of bed with a very weak body. But no one came and saw me once in the whole day. Didn't even call to eat rice. When Faisal comes back from the office at night, I say "Will you give me something to eat?"
Didn't you eat anything all day? I don't mean I couldn't get out of bed. Faisal called his mother and left the room. Mother Sharmin or did not eat anything all day? What will I do if I don't play? I will feed the young girl? You told me to let him rest. Without saying anything, Faisal picked up the food on the plate and brought it to the room and fed me with his own hands.
The next day my fever went away. Faisal went to the office as usual. Mother-in-law did all the work with me. Listen, if Sharmin indulges the body, she will get the body and sit down. If you work with the body, you will see that the body will be good.
Meanwhile, my mother called me from our house and said, "Forget everything that has happened, I will follow my mother-in-law's words, I will take care of them properly." But never once asked how I was? Dad, brother said the same thing over the phone, "Forget about Chanchal, have a good family." They don't care if I'm good or bad.
I think it hurts a lot then. I also stubbornly started cooking, washing and cleaning the house. Angered, we stopped talking to everyone in the house. Under the pressure of work all day, I forgot about my fickle brother. I even forgot about my father and mother. She came to the room after work, closed the door and cried. But Faisal loved me. When he came back from the office, he would sometimes bring me fragrant flowers. Nightshade was my favorite flower. Sometimes he would bring me chips, pickles, samucha, phuchka. I used to enjoy his activities. Gradually I did not accept Faisal as my husband. I think there was a little space for the restless brother, but at one point I deleted it. I became a girl in the whole world. I insisted after marriage and did not go to our house. Sometimes they would bring it and see me. And even if I come here, I will not just do this advice, I will do it, I will do it this way. I couldn't stand anyone in our house anymore.
One day I told Faisal that I wanted to start studying again. But Faisal says no. He says his mother will not agree to anything but will be more angry. Faisal tells me, "Come on, we don't have children. If you have children, mother will treat you well.
To be continued. Thank you.
Ghost man
Surprised, I showed the ritual to Champa with my hand gesture. She is also looking at it with amazement because she has been looking for the ritual in this place for so long. Suddenly I heard my mother screaming. I stopped breathing and ran to my mother's room. My mother's dress is on fire. I am shocked, it seems that I have lost my senses. I can't think of trying to put out the fire. Champa rushed to the washroom to fetch water.
At that time the unknown boy came running, how he extinguished the fire of his mother's sari by pressing it with his own hand. The incident happened so fast that it took me a few moments to understand what was happening. I hurriedly grabbed my mother and put her to bed. Mother? The mother is still in fear.
I got up to look at the boy's hand but he immediately folded his hand in his pocket and said, nothing happened to me, you give aunty a glass of water.
Champa brought water for my mother. After drinking water, my mother became a little normal. Then she said, - I will clean the window grill. I thought I had lit a candle because it was dark here, and strangely the candle fell on my village. The condition seems to have caught fire on the kerosene-laden cloth.
I said in a trembling voice, I was so shocked to see so much fire that I do not know what to do.
The mother looked at the boy with a look of gratitude and said, what would have happened today if not for Apurba. You and Champa would have fainted and I would have fainted ..
I said without letting my mother finish, please don't tell me any more. But why are you calling her Apurba?
Mother smiled and said, Oma, you gave the name yourself, Apurba came to me and said aunty will call me Apurba from today. Only the boy left my house and the incident happened.
I looked at Apurba and saw that he was bowing his head. From that day on we started calling him Apurba.
Apurba was very quiet all the time. But whenever he spoke, I noticed him from a distance and listened to his words with my mind. There was something in his voice and it seemed to draw me to him. Every night I had nightmares and a very familiar voice was warning me again and again.
In the meantime my college opened. Champa and I both started going to the same college at the same time. I didn't know why I was thinking about Apurba for how long I was in college. I don't like this boy, Ray Ira is like that. Well, why would the boys say that he would be so beautiful? Champa used to whisper in my ears about Apurba all the time.
I heard this great saying from Champa that a boy who is beautiful to look at or his character is not good. Since we live in the town of Mofasbal, there is not much trouble for cars and horses on the way to college. I used to come. That day, sir, I was given an assignment on a subject, so I went to the library after the college holidays. I told my uncle to go to the library for ten minutes and find a book that would require assignments. By then the college was empty.
The road is also empty of people. Champa cut the pinch and told me, I am scared to see how empty the road is now. I laughed when I heard him say, what is scary? There are shops in front, and I will take a rickshaw as soon as I go to the corner. No, Saiyara, you don't understand that today is not like any other day.
When I heard Champa's words, I was shocked. The birthmark on my neck hurt like before. I looked at him and said in surprise, what did I say? You're calling me by your full name, aren't you?
Listening to me, Champa replied naturally, what did I say? Why are you looking at me like this? Today this road seems to be a little empty of people. Of course, whether there are people or not. Well, Ira, let's go and walk without delay.
Champa started walking. I was surprised and started walking behind him. Going a little farther, I saw a tea shop. Some boys were sitting in the shop drinking tea. But I had never seen this shop before. Maybe I was passing by thinking it was new. Champa dragged me to the shop, some boys are ashamed of him. Champa asked for water, the shopkeeper said the drinking water is over, he will bring it in two minutes to stand. We stood. How the boys were looking. I looked and saw that Champa was looking at me in fear because I was the girl on his right side. Before I understood anything, the boys grabbed the handkerchief on my face and Champa. I lost consciousness. When I regained consciousness, I found myself under a tree. Then it was night and I was lying in a barrier with a tree. I couldn't let go of anything. The boys who had grabbed me were sitting three or four hands away from me talking. Dei. I was just looking in amazement. I can't remember how I got here. I remembered everything at that moment. I looked around for Champa but nowhere. I was looking in the open field and nothing was in sight. Suddenly I noticed someone coming. My head was spinning and it seemed that I was losing consciousness again. In the dim darkness I saw Apurba running towards me. I somehow got up and fell unconscious on Apurba's body.
To be continued...
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Coincidentally!
Meet Ira. Coincidentally. Absolutely on the sidewalk. Lots of time on hand. There is no rush to return home. It is good to walk randomly on the sidewalk at such times. All paths end at a certain destination. Today's destination is Dutch Bangla Bank.
I don't walk randomly on the sidewalk for a long time. Lack of time. Of will. There is also the fault of the innocent footpath. That is how it is occupied! There is no way to walk. But today I have to walk. All the roads seem to be at a standstill with the infamous chest of the jam. If you get in the car, you have to wait for hours. But you have to reach before the bank transaction is closed. Ira was walking along the sidewalk. Adding rickshaws.
He jumped down. Absolutely commando style. Girls usually can't get off the rickshaw like this. Even if you can, don't name it. Lest anyone raise a finger! See what the situation is. Society teaches them to be gentle. So they make the teaching of tenderness a habit.
But Ira is not such a girl. At first glance, he seemed quite confident. Feeling good about yourself is first and foremost for him. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks. The scene of getting off the rickshaw is no different.
The cool breeze of winter is still far away. Come on, come on. Shishir's relationship with autumn cashews is not good. Violent dew particles. He falls before winter comes. The dew therefore took refuge in the lap of the grass. The presence of dew on the grass in the winter morning satisfies the food of nature lovers.
But looking at Iraq, it seems that he is a fan of Sharia. Impressions of cashew flowers on the dress. The veil is hanging a little more on one side. Put a flower in the left ear. Real or fake could not be understood. Of course there was no way to understand. Well Ira, is the flower real?
Ira will laugh when she hears such a question. I don't like Iraq laughing. Not at all. At this time he looks strangely beautiful. I can't look at the face. I speak with my head down. I am embarrassed when I suddenly meet his eyes. Heart beats are missed. Heart pressure falls. The heart rebels. Chest tightness. Something seems pretty unbearable. Ira's smile is the same. I started walking along the sidewalk. It feels good to walk. No worries. No complaints. But if you walk on this sidewalk before, the mood would be hot. Why so dirty? Why so many people? Why so much occupation?
What a surprise! There are no complaints today. I have come a long way. But! Looks like he started walking a little earlier. It's called love. Relative thing to like! Stands on the handle of the bus. It would seem that the time does not go by. Hold Priya's hand in place of the handle. I wonder why the bus goes so fast. There was not much talk with Ira. If you get a chance to talk! Ira is ahead in the occupation of speaking. Most of the time I was saying 'hu' and 'ha'. Absolutely loyal listener.
The girl can smile strangely. Every word brings a smile. It is a common feature of girls. Once a girl realizes that her smile is beautiful, she will smile whenever she gets a chance. If he understands that his eyes are beautiful, he will highlight the eyes. If the look is beautiful, it will jump on it. This thing is very noticeable in the recent social media. Everyone wants to see him and at least one say, aha! How beautiful!
That's why everyone crops the picture. Crop means omitting the bad part of the picture. Highlight the most beautiful part. People who are good in life crop sorrow in this way. People in the distance just see him happy. There is no life without sorrow. The ability to hide sorrow is called happiness.
I think all the people in the world are beautiful. Just find out which part of it is beautiful. I call it Know your angle! If you are confident, you will definitely find your angle. Happy people are happy with this angle.
The heroine of my story today, Ira Angle, is her smile. That is why he is exposing it. I'm a spectator. However, there is no opportunity to clap. Just enjoying. Oops! Didn't say. This is my second meeting with Ira. Seeing is a coincidence though.
The wave of laughter stopped. Ira turned her head and looked at me. The hanging part of the veil got stuck in my hand due to the wind. I removed it and handed it to Ira and said, Which way to go? I'll have tea with you right now. Ira's body language is stubborn!
But Ira, there is no better tea shop nearby than that tong shop! No problem, brother. If you are next to the tong shop will not get special importance. Moreover, I like the tea in the tong shop!
Two cups of tea. Mine is sugarless. A little sugar in the errata. Even though my tea was half over, Ira still didn't give me a cup of tea. There are two possible reasons for this. Maybe Ira is like ten other girls. Can't eat hot tea easily. Or Ira thought I would get up when the tea was over. So time can be held as much as possible.
Brother, do you smoke? No! No habit. What did you say? Really? This true word pierced my chest. Not eating means not eating. What is the truth here lies! Although I felt a little bad, I managed. This is a familiar feature of some girls. They like to hear the truth more than once.
Ira, the Creator did not spare me while creating me While covering the whole man in a black sheet, some color also fell on my lips. But in a hurry, he did not erase the color and sent it to the world. The lips are therefore inherently black. That's why even though I don't smoke, it makes me look like a cigarette lover.
Ira was ashamed. Rolled himself up. Like awkward kittens in the winter. Maybe Ira didn't even look at my lips. He is embarrassed by the highly responsive explanation. Ira was drinking tea with her legs hanging on the bench. There is no easy smile now. The vision is also random. He paused for a moment and looked at my cup of tea. The tea is over? He's a long time ago! Are you addicted to Tarman? Hmm, something! Ira took my cup of tea. Returned to the shopkeeper. Come on, call me a rickshaw. He suddenly announced his decision to leave.
I got a rickshaw a little further. Ira came very close to me before getting on the rickshaw. Dude, I like to talk straight. Shall I say something? Permission is unnecessary! You're a bad person! I was about to say something. before Ira started saying it again.
Why did you get married so long ago? What would be the damage if it was a little late? I laughed and blew away. Tell me! brother, I say what I mean! I'm serious! What if it was too late? No, brother, I say what I mean! I'm serious! What if it was too late?
Ira laughed. It's like a first-hand smile. She smiles as the sun suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night. All darkness vanished in an instant! Like the land of the night sun. Then what would happen? Then what else! I would come to you and ask for a hand! Will you grow old with me?
Ira giggled again. Laughing, he got on the rickshaw. The rickshaw moved forward. The back of the rickshaw caught my eye. He went straight from left to right. Didn't want to look down. I couldn't keep it in the yard for too long. Ira's rickshaw also got lost in the crowd of many rickshaws. I tried to find the rickshaw ahead. Not found. The gentleman standing next to him got angry.
What brother, Kana or not! Deikhya cannot walk. Sorry brother. My humble apology.The gentleman does not know. Not all scenes can be seen with the naked eye. It takes mind there. Putting all the realities in front of the mind, so the light of sight in any favorite memory. However, it is temporary. Waking up is like a morning dream.
Kindness
That night I lay in bed too. I was crying and blaming my own fate. Naeem then came to my side and put his hand on my head and said, 'Sorry Noah! People make mistakes. I did too. Forgive me. At least look at your unborn child and forgive his father. '
My body is reeling in anger. I slipped away from him and said, 'You will never touch my body.'
'Why are you angry? Think about your future! You have no one else. If I don't touch you, who will? Well, if you let me go, then? Then who will give you a place? Where will you go? '
I remained silent. I did not speak. Naeem said this time, 'Do you think anyone will marry you? Ha ha ha. No one will take the old woman who gave birth to a son so cheaply. The son-in-law has to pay a lot of money. Again that son-in-law might be worse than me. I just made a mistake. And that son-in-law will see that he will make a hundred mistakes. It costs a lot of money. He will beat you and collect the money from you. Oh no, it's not over here either. You are the orphan fakir miskin again! You can't match two rupees anywhere. Then? Do you know what will happen then?
Ha ha ha. Then your son-in-law will sell your body to each person for five hundred rupees.
Ha ha ha. My crying stopped when I heard his rude words. It was as if a light of fire was coming out of my eyes now. My ears were hot. I quickly got out of bed. Then I went to Naeem and spat on his face and said, 'I made a mistake by calling you a dog. You're worse than a dog! '
Naeem then jumped up and said, 'Bad. Yes, I am bad. And I will show you today how bad it is, sister-in-law.'
Saying this, Naeem quickly came to me and pulled me and threw me on the bed.
I shouted and tried to call my mother but I couldn't. Naeem grabbed my face with a pillow. Then he grabbed my hand tightly and said, 'Destroy the baby now? Destroy the baby?'
My chest is breaking with tears. The mother may even give her life to protect the unborn child for a long eight months.
I shook my head and said, 'For God's sake, don't harm my child. I will listen to what you say. '
Naeem laughed ha ha ha and said, 'Badhas. You don't have to do that much. You don't just do two things.
**You will forget about your sister forever.**
**If you call your sister to me, you can never forbid her to come to me**.
Hearing these two hard whims from his mouth, how my inside is frozen. I don't know what to do now. How can I threaten my unborn child? Or my sister. How can I hand over my sister to this loser?
Better a poor horse than no horse at all. But what will happen to my sister when I die? And from my womb will die an innocent child who has not seen the world!
Naeem smiled softly and said, 'Don't think so, turn off the lights and go to bed. I know there is no way you can't agree. '
My body was repeatedly confused by hatred. He also closed all the ways to escape from his hands. What do I do now? If you want to say something to Amma and if she publishes the pictures!
The night is getting dark. Dark and gloomy night. That night a nightingale is calling after a while in a magical voice! Even her call is tearful. Well, does this bird have the same grief as me? Has his mate cheated with him too? Not to mention. Only human beings in the world are cheaters and no other animal cheats.
Three days later- Mom has gone to Setu uncle's mother's kulkhani. And my body is bad so I am lying in bed. I don't have the strength to get out of bed with this head. So I told Prithu to put rice in the oven for lunch. Prithu went to the kitchen.
Suddenly there was a falling sound in the kitchen. Then hum. Then silent. Absolutely no words. Pin drop.
Suddenly my heart trembled when I heard this sound. I then called Prithu with all the sounds in my throat.
Leaving Readcash 😟
A few days ago I wrote an article about the disappearance of my dollar. Yes, someone stole those money. But no one is concerned with what is happening now. See thus photos carefully.
How much total in there? About $0.85! But actually I got $0.03! Do you want to see it?
I checked my account. I checked my transactions, But nothing I found, no withdraw! Then where it goes?
I mail the authority of @Read.Cash but I didn’t get any help. They says me to check account and transaction history. But I didn’t found anything there.
I was so excited about my photography contest. But I don’t know that's feeling ar no longer working on my mind.
I meet two amazing person @wakeupkitty and @heartbeat1515
I want to handover this photography contest to miss @wakeupkitty . Please do not deny it.
**Here is all entry and the links.**
@Eybyoung
My sky photography 2
https://read.cash/@Eybyoung/my-sky-photography2-d6302a14
@gertu13
Flowers
https://read.cash/@gertu13/flowers-bd2a4c46#comment-e3796fe2
@Judith1969
Gardens
https://read.cash/@Judith1969/gardens-db45702c
@marblely
Spotted ladybird
https://read.cash/@marblely/spotted-ladybird-6dd66440
@Kaushik12
Photography sky sunset
https://read.cash/@Kaushik12/photography-skysunset-views-fc067ab1
@Meher89
Mysterious sky
https://read.cash/@Meher89/mysterious-sky-e996bb2f
@Sajib
Flower photography
https://read.cash/@Sajib/flower-photography-2bc5533f
Good luck for everyone. Miss @wakeupkitty will choice the winner and she will reward everyone. And sorry miss for giving you all responsibility.
Good bye😞✌
Is there any Problem? Today read.cash send my payment! But I didn’t get it 😓! Why It's happened?
Leisure time art
Hi guys, It’s me @Isabellaa once again with an art. After a long time I art something. Although I forgot to draw, but I tried. I draw these simple art last night. I hope everyone will like it.
**What I used to art it?**
I used, pencil, gel pen, colour pencil. And simple paper.
**How do I art it?**
I started to art it to seeing a picture. So you can call me ' You need help to art" 😅yeah! At first I started to art face's shape with pencil. When I finished it, I remark the shape with gel pen. Then I colour it with various colour.
**Thank you 😊❤**
Entry and matter of community
Hy guys, I arranged a photography contest and you have to follow proper rules. Also your photos are need to approved by the community SYT: Creative smartphone photography
**https://read.cash/c/syt-creative-smartphones-photography-9cd6**
But do you know or have you seen the community rules? If you don’t, then lets know the rules of the community SYT: Creative smartphone photography.
You have to mention your device on your article. Or you can use watermark on your photos.
Grammar and punctuations counts.
Only English allow.
Own photos and must be captured by smartphones
So, when you'll approved by the community. I'll count your entry. Good luck 😊❤
**Total entry**
I have one entry
@Eybyoung
Click to see her photography and see what she did to get approved by the community.
https://read.cash/@Eybyoung/my-sky-photography2-d6302a14
If you interest to join this contest, please check it out
https://read.cash/@Isabellaa/photography-contest-9b7cc302#comment-9124440b
Good luck guys.
Thank you😊
Photography Contest
Hi guys, How are you all? Hope everyone is doing well in this pandemic situation.
A few days ago I announced for a photography contest. But for some of my problems I put it off. But @wakeupkitty and @heartbeat1515 have helped me to continue this photography contest. I am grateful to them. ❤
****Price money****
`First winner -2$`
`Second winner- 1$`
`Third and forth winner- 0.5$`
`Fifth winner- 0.2$`
`Rest of all will get 0.01$~0.1$`
****Rules****
Smartphone photography
Do not start text with introducing yourself, referring to the contest.
No photoshop will allow.
Own photos only.
Text of about 200 words with the photos. Remind it 200 word or more!!
Contest open for everyone.
Include the link of this contest and describe it in your word.
Must mention the device you used to take all photos.
Mention us at the end of your article.
Posting in the community SYT: Creative smartphone photography
**https://read.cash/c/syt-creative-smartphones-photography-9cd6**
Be honest with your article. Don't try to submit any downloaded or edited photos. Describe your photos in your word. No need to make any short post about this contest. **Don't forget to mention us at the end of your article**
`If you think so, you can subscribe to me,` @wakeupkitty `and` @heartbeat1515 `to get future updates.💕`
****How do we select the winner?****
We will read the articles of all the contestants, and see their photographs. @wakeupkitty will select the first, second, third and fourth winners of those whose writing and pictures will be much better and reward. @heartbeat1515 and I will select the rest and reward them.
**Some tips**
Not only will you be declared the winner by looking at your photography, a lot will also depend on your description. So make the description beautiful along with the picture.
**Deadline**
The contest will start from now and will continue till August 24. One week.
[N.B- Subsequent deadlines may be extended or reduced]
Good luck everyone 💕
If all goes well, we're going to host a big photography contest with big price money. About 4-5$. Stay with us. Thank you❤
@Isabellaa
