- Listen to this Neetu, will you come here for a while? I will tell you something.
After drying the clothes on the roof in the sun, Neetu turned around and looked at the roof of the next house. Neetu saw Hasan Bhai holding a book in his hand in the scorching sun and looking at him with a smile. Hasan Bhai is a crazy type of person. Everyone knows him as "Pagal Hasan" in Nitu's area. Many people say that Hasan has a problem in his head. Of course, Hasan never thinks that Neetu is crazy. What a beautiful look! What a beautiful man he speaks! It is difficult for Neetu to believe that such a good man is crazy. When everyone says Hasan is crazy, Neetu feels very bad. Neetu. Neetu does not know, what is the reason for his crying? But to Neetu, Hasan Bhai is the best man in the world. It is very difficult to think that good people are crazy about Neetu. Neetu comes to the front. You can go to the roof. Nitu doesn't want to go to Hasan at this moment Neetu knows what Hasan bhai will say. He will say, Neetu, you look very beautiful today. It is very good to hear this from Neetu. Even if you hear it from Hasan bhai's mouth once a day, it never feels bad to hear it from Neetu. Let's say beautiful. Neetu said, what will you say, brother Hasan?
Hasan put the book aside from his hand and said, you look impossibly beautiful today, Neetu. The light ray of your form burns me terribly even from the rays of this sun. Why are you so beautiful?
Neetu was very embarrassed. A red glow appeared in the corner of her beautiful face in shame. She did not understand what to say in response to this.
Hasan seemed introverted. Understanding Neetu's mind, he said, you don't have to say anything, Neetu. I have written a poem for you, listen?
Neetu is a devoted fan of Hasan Bhai's poems. He recites poems beautifully. Neetu likes it very much. Neetu's mind says, he will spend a long night standing here listening to poetry today.
Hasan may not have heard Neetu's words. He took one hand from the torn papers lying below and said, my handwriting is very bad. Seeing that the writing is not beautiful, I am writing and throwing it down. Neetu.
Hasan is reciting poems. Neetu seems to be fascinated by Hasan's poems. He is standing on one side of the roof listening to Ekman. Once Neetu was startled to hear his mother's voice from below. Hasan is still reciting his poems.
Shaila Begum is standing in front of the door. She said to Neetu with her hands on her hips, why do you take an hour to come with all these clothes? What were you doing on the roof, Neetu?
Neetu avoided his mother, pushed the door and went inside and said, "Nothing, mother. It's so late."
- You think you don't understand anything? Why are you talking so much with that handsome boy? I don't think he has anything to say to crazy people. He laughs or cries whenever he says something.
Neetu did not answer his mother's words and entered the room and closed the door loudly.
Shaila Begum shouted, "Did I give birth to a girl, I can't even say anything. If you say anything, the door will close and you will cry. I will not scold you, mother, I will not scold you. Shaila Begum became silent. She knows, he is saying these things in vain. Neetu will listen in one ear, he will take it out in the other ear.
Neetu woke up a little before the Maghrib Azan. He didn't notice when he fell asleep crying. Neetu got up from the bed and stood in front of the mirror. Neetu's eyes are swollen. You can sit without being silent. Sometimes it seems that Neetu has 60 percent water in his body. 10 percent has been given only for his eyes. Neetu sees when he opens the door, his mother is sitting on the table with a plate of rice.
Seeing Neetu, Shaila Begum said, "Did you open the door? I won't gossip anymore. If you gossip, I can't eat either. Now eat me and save me, mother."
Neetu laughs at her mother's words. She sits in her chair and eats. Shaila Begum feeds her daughter with utmost care. After eating, she says, will I go out somewhere or not? Where will I go in the evening with a bag in hand?
- I will go to the market, mother. I have to buy something. Saima will go with me, said Neetu.
Shaila Begum went to show hypocritical anger and stopped. She said, take me tomorrow morning. I will also buy something.
Neetu said, oops, I have to go now. And not everything can be bought with my mother. I am coming now.
- Well, I'll be gone in an hour. I can't say anything if your father calls. Shaila Begum once looked at the clock hanging on the wall and closed the door for her daughter.
As soon as Neetu went out on the street, he saw his girlfriend Saima coming. A brown sheet on Saima's body. Her father had bought it last month. Remembering the sheet, Neetu remembered that he had gone out in the cold without wearing warm clothes. Neetu had not noticed the matter for so long. Neetur became very angry with his mother. He didn't notice at all, but when he came out, he could only say once, the sheet is wrapped around his body. He can only gossip. Now how can I walk in the cold?
Saima came and said, Kiri Neetu, is it hot for you or not? There are no mangoes or jackfruits around.
- No, I didn't remember at all. I went out in a hurry. I noticed the matter when I looked at you.
- So why is it your hobby to go to the market this evening? You know how hard it is to agree to go home.
Neetu bowed his head and said in a low voice, tomorrow is Hasan Bhai's birthday. I am thinking of giving him something.
Saima grabbed Neetu's chin and said, I see Lajjavati. So I say, where is the mind? I have left the house, but I do not remember to bring a sheet in this cold.
As soon as Neetu suddenly rushed towards Saima, Saima burst out laughing and started running in front. Neetu also chased Saima. Who will tell after seeing them, the remoteness of childhood has not been lost yet.
Hasan is sitting at the table. He has left the front window open. The window curtain is moving from time to time in the soft cold air. What is Hassan thinking looking at the sky? There is a white page in front of him. He sees a horse-drawn carriage running on the road. The horse-drawn carriage is very nicely arranged. The bride in the red sari is sitting with the veil. Hassan peeks out and sees the bride, Neetu. Neetu looks very beautiful in the red sari. But the groom next door seems to be hiding himself in a white handkerchief. Hassan is desperately wanting to see the groom. The groom looks a lot like him. Hassan has a smile on his face. He wants to gently remove the handkerchief from the groom's face. But Hassan can't. Hassan's eyes are blurred. Why does he feel like that? The voice was heard.
On his way back home, Neetu spent many nights. Of course, he didn't hear much gossip. Only Neetu's mother asked, what have you been doing for so long? Neetu said, Saima has also bought some things. Neetu is eating food and waiting in bed. Hasan bought a shawl for his brother. The shopkeeper has taken a little too much. All the money saved by Neetu for four months is gone. Of course, Neetu is not upset about it. Neetu is thinking, how can he give this thing to Hasan bhai? I looked around and saw that there was not much time left. After a while, the clock struck twelve. The shawl was wrapped with colored paper. Neetu sat down to write with a pen from the table. Thinking, will Hasan Bhai write or Hasan? "Brother Hasan, my special gift for you. Please, don't be empty this winter. Read the shawl I gave you and then sit on the roof and write a poem. How?"
At twelve o'clock, Neetu came out of the room and opened the door very carefully. Neetu is very scared, with tension. Neetu is thinking, what will Hasan bhai say after taking it in his hand? Will he hug Neetu? Of course, all Neetu's madness is good today. Neetu climbed the stairs and slowly opened the gate door. He closed his eyes and stepped away. He said very softly, Happy Birthday Hasan Bhai. This is for you. When someone tells you something, I cry a lot. I close the door and cry I don't know, why is that? If this is love, then I love you very much, brother Hasan.
Neetu opened his eyes saying the words in one breath. But the whole roof seems to be wrapped in emptiness. A cloth is flying in the air in the corner of the roof. Neetu was very surprised. At this time Hasan bhai is supposed to be on the roof. And Hasan bhai knows, today I will come. But where is the man? Gone?
Neetu went to the corner of the roof and stood waiting. Neetu is very cold. But to see him once, Neetu can easily ignore the cold wind. Even after midnight, Neetu was not seen by Neetu. Neetu is crying a lot. Neetu stood at home for a while. He left. He entered the room, closed the door, stood by the window and stared at the street without blinking. Once he saw Hasan Bhai.
Hearing the noise, Neetur fell asleep. The light shone all around. He looked down and saw a crowd of people. A car was parked. Inside Neetu, Hu Hu cried. He ran to see what had happened. Parveen Aunty came out of the gate and saw Neetu. Neetu came forward and said, what happened Aunty? Why are you crying?
- Neetu Ray, Hasan has lost his mind again. I sat at the table last night and saw what he was writing. After a while I heard the sound of the chair reading and came to the room and saw him lying on the floor. Stay, mother.
Hearing Hasan's mother's words, Neetu ran to the front. Neetu's favorite Hasan Bhai is not seen in the crowd. The car will probably leave. The driver is blowing the horn. Brother will not go at all. Neetu came forward and put his hand on Hasan's cheek and said, Hasan brother, I am your Neetu. Can't you recognize me? This Hasan brother, I bought a shawl to give to you. But I didn't find you on the roof at night.
Hasan is looking at Neetu with one glance. As if he has lost the power to speak about the beauty of a woman.
Neetu saw Hasan's cheeks dripping with water. As Hasan calmed down, the two men hurried to get in the car. Neetu's eyes filled with tears. He was looking at Hasan Bhai's magical face for the last time. Hasan was screaming with his hand out. A paper fell from his hand. He immediately left the car at its destination.
Neetu took the paper in his hand and saw it written "for Neetu" above. Unable to control his curiosity, he started reading the paper.
Dear Neetu,
You know, you are an impossibly good girl. I know, you like me. I like you too. I always have a dream about you. A horse-drawn carriage is running. The bride in red sari is sitting inside. Who is that bride? That girl is you Neetu. But Neetu, I always see the groom sitting next to you blurred. Tell me why it happens like that? Listen Neetu, I know I have a problem in my head. You feel very bad when you call me crazy. Neetu listen to a word, madness with a madman. You can do it but you can't have a family. You will be married to a beautiful prince, Neetu.