Motherhood

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Mehedi136

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4 years ago

The weight of the head is gradually increasing. Horrible drunken darkness is falling on the leaves of the eyes. Maybe a storm will come. Where did the children go! I am trying my best to find the cause of such darkness in this Bhardupur. The sound of barking is making the coils in the eyes. That is the kitchen of the shepherd -

Then-

Then--

Amnesia, brain numbness. I can't remember anything.

I am getting a lot of sleep in the swing of my body. But my stomach is throbbing with hunger. A lonely yard, smoked hot rice, a few children with dry mouths are sometimes swaying in vagueness. The condition of the little one is weak. And maybe I could not save it. Everything is closed due to the lockdown of corona virus. Behind the hotel, from the chicken shop on the way to the dock.

Today I entered the house. Then the shepherd's wife just dropped the rice and went to Kalerpar. I saw the hot rice in the pot and thought about the sad faces of the children. Did I put my face in the rice before.

I want to take a deep breath now. Maybe the wind of nature is blowing. The words of the shepherd's wife are floating in my ears. " The dog came and gave me a mouthful of rice. I put it on my head in anger. Die! Die here now! "

Then silence. In an instant, the interest of one motherhood is lost to another motherhood.