The girl was walking alone in the pouring rain at noon. In one hand, the flames of the hurricane are blazing. In the other hand is an old-fashioned wooden umbrella. Surprisingly, he doesn't look very upset in the middle of the night in this drizzle. He is walking quite normally. There is no need to look back.
Bhagjis does not feel the need for this. Behind him a sculptor is following him! Like a cat, every step of this idol's foot has no sound.
The girl seems to be dressed like an English meme. Tops with skirts. And the hat on the head. This is what the sculptor has decided in the dark with the pouring rain.
"Is the girl a native or a foreigner?"
"That knife in the name!"
"What is Fatihi?"
"Damn, I don't remember."
Idols have a great tendency to argue and talk with themselves. At least that's what he thinks. At least you don't need a partner to talk to. Everything can be mixed with oneself.
He saw the girl stop suddenly. Asked himself,
"Will he look back?"
"If you look?"
"Afraid?"
"On this rainy night, any woman would be scared to see a man wearing a long raincoat up to his knees and covering his face with a handkerchief."
But the girl did not look back. Only the hurricane and the umbrella changed hands. He walked again towards the zamindar's house. On the way to Shunshan, quiet home.
The idol stood some distance behind. After the girl entered the house, she came forward towards the huge door. After many attempts, nothing was found inside.
"Well, how about crossing the wall?"
He thought for a moment. Then the decision. Trying to climb the algae wall is very difficult. There is a lot of algae on the hands and knees. Still not going up.
Meanwhile, Ratan shouted from behind,
"Hey, who's there? The thief is coming."
The idol fell down. Suddenly, he fell from the wall in a daze at the sound of shouting. He also got a lot of pain in his waist. He stood up and tried to wipe the mud. Then he grabbed Ratan's face with both hands. Then he said in a hushed voice,
"Me, me. Don't you know me? Shala Ratinya."
Saying this, he removed his hand from Ratan's mouth.
Ratan couldn't control his temper. He doesn't know Chinbei or how such a full voice can turn into such a suppressed voice when needed. Moreover, the incidence of jinn ghosts is increasing in this village at night. That is the way the villagers are. Ratan saw only two shining eyes of a man wearing a handkerchief wearing a raincoat hat. Ratan yelled again,
"Oh, where are you? This is the leader of the jinn."
Then he pressed his face with one hand again and gestured to be silent. He removed the handkerchief from his mouth. Ratan's eyes suddenly widened.
Yes, I am. Dili is all over!" He said, wiping the water from his forehead with his hand. Can you wander like a ghost in this rain cloud? He replied angrily, "I will twist your neck."
"But I'm scared. Are you really a small sub? Or have you come in the form of a small sub?"
"I'll give you a house. You talk too much."
Annoyed, he started walking on the way home. Ratan is following him. He is terrified. The idol-walker suddenly turned around and said,
"Hey Ratan, you didn't see anything tonight. Got it?"
Ratan Kachumachu said in a voice, "Yes, I haven't seen anything."
"Tell Grandpa something?"
"No, I won't say anything."
"Good boy."
Saying this, he handed Ratan a wet note of one hundred rupees from his pocket. Ratan's eyes widened when he got the money. An ugly smile appeared on his face. The sculptor saw black spots and a red tongue on his drinking teeth.
Amrita is sitting on a bench at the station. It rained all night yesterday. Even in the pouring rain, he sat like this almost all night.
The light of dawn has dawned this morning. It means the day will be quite sunny. But Amrita doesn't have a drop of sunshine in her mind. I think there are a lot of clouds. He has no idea where to go or what to do in this new unfamiliar city. There is nothing to say to him. There is nothing in the palm of the hand except some retail money. After paying for the train ticket, he calculated that he had only three hundred and fifty-four rupees. Probably nothing will happen in the city with this money. Meanwhile, he is very hungry. But he doesn't want to spend that much money. He got up. It seems more important to him to seek refuge in this moment than to satisfy his hunger. Amrita started walking aimlessly in an unknown city with a veil on her head.
He doesn't know what a monster or a monster is in this city too! Suddenly Amrita's body trembles. If he comes after her in this city too!
He walks like a wanderer on an unfamiliar path for a long time. It just seems as if no one is watching him from behind. He looked around again and again with a watchful eye while walking. After going some distance, he saw a large group of people on the way. Amrita tried to remember today is a special day? No, no. But what is this assembly? The number of women in the assembly is high. Men are very few. Some men are holding cameras, others are holding microphones. Amrita basically goes ahead to quench her curiosity. Somewhat further understand that it is an anti-rape human chain. Probably the women workers of one of the organizations are doing this human chain. And the boys with cameras and microphones are most likely journalists or press people. Amrita is looking at him with curious eyes. She is trying to understand the whole incident.
Suddenly a lady pulled him into the crowd. Amrita tries to understand the city and the people of the city by looking around with pale eyes. I remember my father. Dad used to say, the people of the city are badd artificial. Because they are behind every action. Unnecessarily one of their disliked things.
In this human chain, was he called for any reason? What I know is to increase the number of people in the human chain. Amrita has never seen so many people together. She started to feel very hesitant in the crowd of so many people. The look of ecstasy caught his eye again and again. If someone known among so many people sees him or if someone recognizes him!
All these thoughts interrupted him. Suddenly a young man approached him with a microphone in his hand. The cameraman behind him. The boy came forward and politely asked her,
"Ma'am, which of the girls 'clothes or the boys' mentality do you think is responsible for the rape?"
Amrita is not accustomed to such questions at all. Not at all in front of the media. There is a journalist in front and a camera behind him. She focuses the camera on Amrita. It is understood that it is a live telecast of a news channel. As soon as she asks a question, Amrita covers her face behind a veil. She doesn't want any acquaintances to see her. Let him see who has escaped to get rid of it.
The young journalist asked again, "Ma'am, we wanted to know your opinion."
Before the question was over, Amrita started running away from the rally. He wants to go back again and again with his face covered with a veil. Fear and shy eyes.
At one point, he ran and fell. Standing on a corner of the road, he began to breathe loudly. People around the street are looking at him with great curiosity. The matter is quite embarrassing for Amrita. Suddenly a middle-aged woman approached him.
To be Continued..
