Blue balcony

Fragments of white clouds in the blue sky are flying like petticoats and chandeliers, finally getting stuck in the waters of the Arabian Sea and merging on the horizon. What a sweet moment the childhood field, Bishwakarma Pujo, Ghuri-Latai floated in front of my eyes. The blue sea, the green field, the red sun - everything becomes monotonous.

- What are you thinking?

Assumptions cut short. Rafiq came and stood beside him. He gestures to Rafiq and shows him outside.

- Wow! Archies Gallery 6.

Rafiq stands like a place by the glass window. Anumita holds Rafiq's hand, keeps her eyes out. A few moments of silence cut through the ticking of the wall clock. Rafiq holds Joy Goswami's poem in a high voice.

- “When I was little

I would go to play in the cloud team

One day a cloud girl

Asked out of curiosity. "

Permission is consistent.

- “This boy

What is your name? ”

- “I said,

Fusmantra!

Meghbalika ragei agun, "

- “Lies!

Is the name ever like that? ”

- "What's in the name?"

What comes and goes in the name! Permission is overwhelming.

- It's out of the box.

- The word is eternal. Yet could Shakespeare write this today?

- You mean? Anumita dances her eyebrows.

- The meaning is very clear. Isn't the name "Rafiq" enough for skepticism in today's world? ISIS will sit next to the name at any moment! In other words, the militant badge will be joined!

Anumita can't answer. The house is filled with strange silence.

- Look at my beloved Rose, you know what the biggest curse of your life and mine is? My name! This pain will consume us for the rest of our lives.

Anumita grabbed Rafiq's hand.

- Stop it Rafi. Please shut your mouth up!

Rafiq laughs. Holding Anumita in both hands.

- For God's sake… Hold your leg and let me love!

He whispers in Anura's ear.

- Go to Masipisi Lalgola-Bangaon.

- Damn! You are the one.

Goa evening is a great magician. LEDs, LCDs, crowded glow-shine, western music splashing from inside the bar, foreigners' evening walks, glittering wide streets or sea banks - there is always a festive mood. Rafiq took out a cigarette from his packet and started humming.

- I want you in the hope of light in love. I want you in a cup.

But it is not available if you want! As I remembered at this moment, smoking in public on the streets of Goa is prohibited. Rules are a big disaster. Walking and looking sideways, he saw Anumita. He returned the smile as soon as he met her eyes. Between him and the nucleus of the rules of the eyes-redness! If you want, you can no longer get red roses. Rafiq finally bought vodka from the off shop. Anumita played Panipuri. Then they bought rumali bread and chicken tikka from the restaurant and headed towards Colva Beach Resort.

- Rafi, look at that full-moon! Today, with the full moon, the name of the moon, they are in the infinite space.

Anumita was overwhelmed with emotion while singing. Rafiq finishes the peg and looks at Anura. Her eyes twinkled.

- Full moon Full moon in the palm of my hand! Who said baked bread… bogus! What the heck! Your glass is empty.

Rafi pours vodka into a glass of conjecture. Go ahead to him.

- Take it.

- Thank you!

Anu smiles. He raised his hand and picked up the glass. Gives a gentle sip. Makes hi.

- Rafi! You're a real spit fire and that's exactly what we like on this site CC! Will you listen to a poem in my honor? Butt, not someone else’s poem. Absolutely want the original Rafiq Aslami.

Rafiq keeps an eye on the window. Lost in the flow of thoughts.

- The moon promised to come to my house

He has not come today.

The moon said love me

Still not in love!

Amlashol rushed to his chest and died

Island to island.

Today the galaxy holds the Milky Way tomorrow

From John to Jananti!

Anu puts her head on Rafiq's shoulder.

- A-sa-dha-ra-n! What could the name be?

- Cast away.

- Wow, nice. Almost all of us are throws away from some aspect of life. Isn't that Rafi?

Rafiq keeps an eye on Anura. The nucleus moves.

- This is me, Anumita Chatterjee - don't look at me! An evergreen tree was tied to the thorns of the rules with such ease, by performing ceremonies, beating drums and eating ghosts! And I am fighting, serving, saving everyone with the fruit and dying myself. My dreams, my love, my goals - are they all "slave capital"? I am becoming a part of "Raktakarbi" by doing little by little every day. I'm getting breathless in the cold of intercourse in the mill of the system! Still looking for Ranjan in a restless chest. Here is the great famine of Nandini's life. This chaotic society is a great mess for me! In the midst of this kind of fishing, you have to play the second innings in the life of the unfortunate Eli. You don't give me back Ranjan! Play with me upside down. Save me. I'll die. Put your head on your chest.

Anu makes a big hi. Her eyes have already turned red.

What a strange silence began to play throughout the house. Rafiq suddenly could not speak. Holding a cigarette, he leaned against the window. Keep an eye out. The city of Goa is slowly becoming Romania!

- Mircha Eliad!

Rafiq moved his lips indistinctly. Anu wiped away the tears and looked at him.

- La Nouveau Bengali!

- What are you talking about, Rafi?

- Nineteen hundred and thirty-three. The Romanian writer, philosopher Mircha Eliad wrote "La Nui Bengali". Forbidden love of a Bengali girl with a British engineer. The noise started. There was a commotion all around against Mirchar.

- Fuck this society! They give certificates if a husband rapes his wife day after day against his will under one roof. But if you set foot on the balcony in search of a little peace, it becomes illegal for everyone. I do not accept this society. I will go to the one who deserves it. The one who fights and proves himself worthy will have the survival of the fittest… Draupadi is only his.

At the end of the speech, Anu grabbed Rafiq's collar and put his lips to his. This is like the reward of the most deserving. After drowning in each other for a while, Rafiq says,

- You try poetry from now on.

- Crazy! That will not happen to me in this life.

The clever answer to the assumption. But Rafiq is stubborn.

- E = mc2 Remember?

- Please Rafi! Now physics is no longer a copchase.

- Sources of Theory of Relativity.

-– Not listening to you!

- The point is, the amount of energy in a molecule is unimaginable!

- Go to hell!

- Hey dad, you're the nucleus. So try to breed poetry.

- Oh, Rafi: You made me crazy!

Rafiq was hit on the back. He placed two empty glasses on the table. Then he looked at the assumption with the bottle in hand. Anu is lying on the bed with curly hair. Rafiq saw Taslima Nasrin for a glimpse! She was stunned by the question and answer of the conjecture in favor of women's rights.

- Do you have paracetamol?

Anumita moved her lips. Rafiq moves forward towards the backpack kept in the divan.

- Where are you going?

Anumita asked softly.

- To bring paracetamol, in the bag.

- Stay… you don't have to bring any more. Meanwhile income.

Rafiq stood beside the bed.

- Tell me.

Anu grabbed Rafiq's hand and pulled him to the bed. One by one the clothes started to open from her body like crazy. Udham leaned on Rafiq's chest. Whispers,

- Hangla in the house on the sidewalk, mind still life means G-Bangla! I don't understand yet.

The nucleus begins to breathe more frequently, relaxed. Rafiq can't stay still. At this moment, her fingers are wearing like onion peel and she is wearing sari, blouse and underwear.

- Survivor… Lost moment by moment to get new to you.

Anura is not the end of the story. Rafiq hears the sound of snoring. Sounds deeper and deeper. Cold currents flowed down his spine! Anuke pulls hard. The nucleus falls. Saliva in the corners of the lips. The body is getting colder and colder. Sweat dripped down Rafiq's forehead. She continues to fix Anura's clothes.

- Nuclear! What happened to you? Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds - d'oh!

The omnipotence keeps shaking him. The soles of the feet are rubbed with both hands like crazy. Suddenly Anura left her feet when she remembered something. Searching for the whole house. At last he took out the mobile phone from the pocket of his jeans lying on the bed. Confused, he went to dial a hundred with trembling hands and stopped. Runs to bed. Excited Rafiq pulled the pillow and straightened the nucleus and as soon as he went to bed, the inside of his chest collapsed! Tablet pages under the pillow - empty! Zolpidem Ambien…! Rafiq sat down with his hands on his head. The sound of abandonment is ringing in his ears! I can clearly hear that there will be a bowl-tagore in Dhaka, how long will the tagore be abandoned! Rafiq sits quietly, gripping Anumita's icy body. The lips are trembling from time to time. Muttering,

- Na jayate mriyate or seldom… nayang bhutba bhabita or na bhuy:

Rafiq keeps an eye on the conjecture. The two gems are fixed like stones! Immediately Talmatal got up on his feet. His eyesight is zero. Last night he opened the hotel door and went out. All the creatures are silent except the roar of the sea! Leaving the sleeping city behind, he sighs and runs through the sand. The blue merges into the solitude.