On the nights of the branches, it is often dark and stormy. "The people of this town close their doors and windows in a daze. At the sound of a thunderclap, the sky seems to be torn apart. The street dog lurks in the slum alley. When the thunderbolt pierces, and for a fraction of a second it becomes visible, this city, the weary, remnant night streets of the city.
The filthy mud that accumulates on that road, then we also see a pair of eyes. Rain water falls. Fools mistakenly call it tears. When swollen red eyes look at zero, Sumi screams inconsistently with the distorted shape of her distorted face. No one on this planet can hear the screams, the one on the other side knows this crying mystery.
The story begins ten years ago on a Boishakh. Secondary exams are over. Sumi will go to the village with the deposit. Baishakhi fair has not been seen for many years. He doesn't think Dhaka's Boishakh is exactly Boishakh.
Girlfriends make fun of him
You will be a villager. You don't like fast food, you don't like long drives on the highway, you don't like English Hindi pictures. What do you write all the poems. Beras floating in a dinghy boat on the village bill, who is sitting for you to pick water lilies from the canal.
How many times have you been to the village after growing up? How do these ideas come to your mind?
We all have boyfriends. There is a SIM. I call my father's phone secretly. And you? Nothing. You will get married to a boatman wearing a lungi in the village.
Today is Bengali New Year. When Sumi left, saying, 'Uncle, I will leave before evening,' the streets of this village in the city know nothing, with only two cousins, and a brother in shorts, who should have gone. At noon, the sky will turn black and will announce in advance the storm of Boishakh, will you know more, uncle? ‘What a danger, Kao
See? How did Sumi go to the fair? It was so dark. Kalbaishakhi namab nirghat '. The fair sits on the field across the canal. You have to go by boat to the other side. It is not known whether the girl knows how to swim. I'll go out, looking for the umbrella, suddenly the wind began to blow. The night of the new moon came down at noon. There is no time to look at.
The spear is floating in the crazy wind. Monir's son is also not seen. The foolish boy lives in the house of the Chowdhury next door. No one is available when needed.
You have to look at the black sky to understand Maybe Sumi understood already.. As soon as you come to the canal the storm will come down, and the canal You will jump, and you will see a dinghy
No, who knew! Screaming out in fear.
Not with the throat, and two around there is no one but three unknown boys, then
In the middle of the storm, four helpless people got entangled trembling. When will this storm stop? Sarah Will it be night? Storms, thunderstorms, cold.
How to live? Resurrection comes down in the small world All in Israfil's horn.
It's raining. Then the soil should come out
The boy. Monir's brother, you carry the jagir of the next house on your shoulders to Sumi Apu, Monir's brother '. I wanted to slap him on the cheek. Today, it seems, if the whole life could have been spent on the boy's shoulder like the canal of that day, it would not have been bad. The canal ended like a happy dream. More danger left.
The mango orchard in the village looks like a dense forest in the evening after the storm. Absolute darkness in that forest. The hands then left the shoulders. Not wanting to leave. Fear that! In that forest, when the lightning flashes, and becomes visible for a moment, the man with the hard but warm hand, if he wanted to, would have been cut off by lightning for a lifetime, and the man would have pulled him to his chest and said, Fear not,
May the boy appear as a blessing. The simple, stupid boy that will hold you up like an umbrella, give you courage, give you fear, blow you away.
Still do not think how possible! The storm stopped before evening. But how to cross the canal, there is no dinghy? I don't know how to swim, Moni's brother 'says Sumi. Tumpata blurted out,
I'm here, how would it be? After a sleepless night, Sumi returned to the city the next day. When I was leaving, I was very much looking forward....
To be continued...
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