Oh mother you are still standing!

Millie still stood. To close the window, keep his right hand on the left side of the window for a long time, the other hand on the window sill. Both hands are getting wet, the splash of water is falling on the hair and face. The road in front, the lampposts on the side of the road and the liquor store jumping next to it, and the combined smell of the street drains and water — this harsh, this light. The only thing that can be clearly heard is the threat of Abbas Pagla. Looking up at the sky, Abbas shouts like a madman, his screams echoing like the cries of a robber's hand-fallen traveler with the continuous sound of crickets in the field of Tepantar. Millie's mother Monowara pulls the hatch and closes the window. The pillow on the bed by the window was wet, Monwara opened the pillow and hung the mosquito net on the rope. The dusty drop of water on the dusty cover of his BSc class chemistry book from the window. Wiping the book with the hem of a light blue sari, Monwara says, ‘Since when have I been saying close the window, close the window! Let Rana come, understand the fun! ’Millie very attentively tries to break the continuous sound of Abbas Pagla into words. Rana has nothing to fear from him, for all these physics-chemistry Rana has gone!

Millie's older brother, Rana, entered the room, wiping his head with a towel from the inner porch. He entered and said, 'Let me see the comb.'

‘Look at the table!’

State things on the only table in the house. On the one hand, the books of class eight, Millie's younger sister Lily has been reading in that class for a couple of years; Mirror, comb, powder case, snow box, oil bottle, safety pin, shampoo bottle next to the book. Until yesterday there was an empty bottle of last shampoo and an empty can of snow. Nowadays Rana can't see these nonsense so where is Monwara hiding them. But the table is never random, either Monwara or Lily

When it is coming, it is going to be arranged once. So the comb is available in one second. Rana slowly combs her healthy hair while sitting on the couch with the mirror on the pile of books covered in class eight. On her way to the kitchen, Monwara calls Mili, "Wash the cups and saucers by hand."

‘Come on Mom!’ But Millie stood a little gap in the window again. The rain has stopped. Abbas Pagla's face, ears and nose could not be separated by the rush of water. A thick stream of rain has rebounded on his balcony roof and spread like white smoke. When Abbas thundered madly in response to the lightning, his huge yes echoed like a cave in a mountain lit by torchlight. What he said could not be seen as he let the lightning spit in the face of the sky again. If you pay a little more attention, you will understand that Millie stood a little tidy in this hope. But Abbas's mad words were drowned out by Rana's words, 'Mili, give me tea.'

Millie gets annoyed, ‘So everyone has tea.

Where do you stay every day for tea? ”

From inside, Amma calls out, 'Go with Mili Runner's tea.' Two toast biscuits with molasses hanging from a cup of tea. Cup of tea

Rana returned the saucer with toast in his hand

‘Won’t you eat?’ Millie but wants to eat too. There is nothing to do with afternoon tea. What do you think? When he went to open the window again after biting the molasses toast, Rana said, "Don't open it."

Rana said with a sniff, 'Can these be eaten?'

The rain has stopped, shall we open it? ' 'Don't stay.'

"It feels hot."

'Ah!' Rana threatens, that madman is standing and getting wet. ' Leaning back against the window, Rana leaned against the pillow and said, ‘What the fuck! Intolerable bastard! ’Millie then walked out of the closed window into the kitchen. Runner's talk is not over, yesterday spoiled the evening. Then he said emphatically, 'Let's go today! I will take him out by the neck. '

Is it so easy to get out?

Tomorrow evening Sohail Na — Sydney Na — Faisal Ki Naam, the fair-skinned boy, was saying, 'Look, what will happen if these people are crazy to see, it is better to talk to these betas with a little respect.

Who can say what is inside the power! What is the benefit of risk? It is better to be careful. ' But the boy himself is a little careless type; Standing with the mass of the big toe of his left foot, he was putting the plug point for the television, the inclination towards the left was such that it would fall if it was a little sideways. The four of the Rana Panchpandabas brought a television from somewhere in the afternoon, and it was evening when they turned it on.

Runner's house on this side also means his father's house. The boy is busy fitting a friendly television there. Ashraf Ali has no other job but to stand outside on the verandah and watch the murky sunset in the narrow alley. Abbas Pagla came to the verandah again. So it was not possible for Ashraf Ali to be completely immersed in the universe, because Abbas Pagla needed a stengun right away. He politely requested Ashraf Ali to procure a stengun, not ten or five. After uttering two or three polite sentences, Ashraf Ali went inside to offer Maghrib prayers. Abbas Paglar entered the Rana almost immediately

Neither Sohail nor Sydney nor Faisal nor Farsa-Rogata stood with equal weight on the right side of the plaintiff and paid homage to Abbas Pagla. When I saw him, Rana and another person - neither Sohail — Sydney nor Faisal এটা of course he was tall and black. There was only one left. It can be distinguished by having a car. So this last young man, neither Sohail nor নি Sydney nor — Faisal — has three names, but to Millie they all seem to be the same, they have another friend, he hasn't come today, it may be that his name remains in these three names, From that point of view, it is better not to identify each of them by a specific name, but to be a little straight or a little crooked while sitting. But with so many people changing positions, the new television set doesn't seem to be able to scratch Abbas's insane body. He would put his hand in front of Rana and say, 'Rana, didn't you give me a stengun?' Abbas took out a cigarette from the packet of five-fifty-five on the table and held it in front of him with a light-skinned match. But the moment he touched the fire on the cigarette's head, he lowered the stick, "It's the other way around!" The direction of the filter was not on Abbas Pagla's lips, in front. Without taking a cigarette, Abbas took a burning stick from his crazy hand and tried to set the filter on fire. Millie's thumb and forefinger were burning a little as the fire of the Desalai stick reached Abbas Pagla's finger. After a while, Abbas, who did not hold the cigarette, started pulling it very hard.

Everyone sat down in three chairs and two chairs

Farsa leaned over and asked, "How are you?" Millie tried to irritate that absence in her own eyes, but couldn't. Farsa sat for a long time on one side of the table, leaning a little more and glued her neck, saying, "I can get a permit tomorrow." In response, Abbas Pagla said, "Cigarettes taste like cigarettes in a bandage bundle in a hogger meal." This morning Millie picked it up, sniffed it and left it there again. ‘Tomorrow I will get a permit’ Farsa-Roga was more inclined, ‘Majnu bhai has given the ward will manage. '

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To be continued.....

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