There is a mystery in this grave. This grave is to the south of the graveyard of Moral Bari. Family Cemetery. The deceased of this dynasty from three males are buried here. Sraboni was last buried in this graveyard surrounded by trees. The secret is in this grave! The girl who died three years ago was the father's only child. The girl was born after fourteen and a half years of marriage. The girl who was born on the Shravan evening in the pouring rain was named Sraboni. The name Sraboni is of a very sad type. A drop of unknown sorrow is always mixed with the name. Sraboni died on an autumn night three years ago. Night full of stars in the sky; Can anyone leave the world so fascinated? How did the father's daughter become a star in the sky at night? How is it possible for you to go on forever? What is the rule of leaving the child before the father? Sraboni's father sometimes lamented. Like crazy, he throws a lot of questions to Bidhata. Dad looks at the sky with fixed eyes. No answer is expected. Bidhata may smile; Surprised by the madness of the mad father. Sraboni was a varsity student. One autumn afternoon he suddenly came home. No holidays; There are classes at varsity. Having extra classes; Class tests too. Yet no one could guess why he came home. Dad was not surprised. The pull of the parents is more than the pull of the class-exam. The child has come to the father; Returned to mother's lap. Is there no holiday? The child will return. No wonder. Bahari is cooked. At night mother called Sraboni. Moeta came to the table and stared at her father. Suddenly the eye is getting wet. The father was surprised. The girl looked at her mother and cried. Why is the girl suddenly doing that on the dining table? Why did you leave campus suddenly? Why is he sad? Why are you crying? Dad said: What happened mother? Mother says: Tell me, what happened?
The girl looked up at her father again. Back to mom. No answer. The girl is hugging her father and crying. Could not understand the secret! Abdar Kare; Sleep with parents today. Why is the big girl acting like such a small man? Autumn star night. Lots of stars next to the moon. Thousands. Millions. Crores. Flickering; Extinguishing. There are three people lying side by side. A moon between parents. Suddenly in the morning the girl who was lying between her parents left. The moon went out like a twinkling star. The mother growled. Dad was surprised this time. When the sun rose in the morning, the sun set in Moral's house. A part of the collier was torn off and a father of the torn collier fell on the earth. The girl was buried in the afternoon. I had to say goodbye with tears. That is the rule. Dad was sitting next to the grave in the graveyard for many nights that day. A boy came to Sravani's janaza. Cried a lot. No one recognized the boy. Not even Dad. However, he did not think about it. Becoming a Muslim will come to the janaza of a Muslim. That is the rule. Will cry, that's the rule. May be strangers! Not everyone noticed. The girl's father noticed. The day is over. The night is gone. Weeks. Then months. Then in the middle of those forty days, late at night, a man was seen near the grave! This time the father saw. A man reading white Punjabi. Hat on head. That too is white. Who is in the lonely graveyard so late at night? White too? Dad is surprised this time. But do not be afraid. Daughter's grave; Dynasty graveyard! What is there to be afraid of? Sravani's father is slowly going to the grave. The man is not in it. He noticed the man. The man rode away on a bike. The light of the bike was visible. The sound is also clear. Gradually the sound became muted. The man left. Dense darkness. Sunsan silence. A nocturnal bird fluttered its wings and flew out of the graveyard. Sravani's father slowly went to the grave. A bunch of roses on the grave. Fresh. He took a bunch of roses in his hand. Counting, he saw twenty-one roses. The grave is like a grave. There is a piece of collar lying inside. Shravani's father above; Chhera Kolijar is a stunned man. The kingdom of darkness is going on all over the world with him. Who is the man? Why did you come? Why roses? Why so late at night? Why hide? What's the secret? From then on, Sravani's father searched for the man every night. Didn't come anymore. The man could not be found on any night of the year. Sraboni's first death anniversary. That night roses were found in the grave again. Twenty-two roses this time. One more than last year. That man must have come. When did it come; Why was it not found when it went? Sraboni's father kept thinking. The same thing happened the following year. This time the rose is twenty-three. This time it was not found. The mystery is becoming more and more mysterious by piercing the wall of suffering like a sapling. Sravani's father could guess the mystery. It was understood that the white Punjabi man would come again on the next death anniversary. There may be twenty-four roses that night. The man brings more than one rose every year. Easy calculation. The day goes by with the passage of time. Months.
Then the year. This night, Sraboni's father wrote a letter on white paper next to the grave - I know you will come today. Who are you Why all this? Don't bother me anymore. See you now, please, late at night. A microbus is turning off the headlights. No sound. He came and stood beside the grave. Again that one man. Getting out of the car. A bunch of roses in one hand. A rose sapling in the other hand. Shravan's father is watching from a distance. The darkness is less. Everything is understood. Why did the man come in the microbus today? Why is the man giving birth to so much mystery? As soon as he put the rose in the grave, the man's eyes fell on the white paper. He took the paper and threw it away. The man thought, everyone forgot the girl in just three years! Pieces of paper lie in the grave; The people of the house do not clean the dirty garbage. What a cruel surprise! It would have been a letter