Protection

Part-03

At this time, one of the sons of Babu of Thanagarh was buying a bicycle and bringing it. Rosik took it and in a very short time mastered it as if it were a wing on the sole of his own foot. But what wonderful, what freedom, what joy! This vehicle seems to be able to overcome all the obstacles in the distance like a sharp-edged wheel. The wind of the storm takes the shape of a wheel and carries people on its back like crazy. During the Ramayana-Mahabharata, people sometimes used to carry the weapons of the gods, as it were.

Rosik thought that if not this bicycle, his life would be in vain. The price is so high. One hundred and twenty five rupees only! With this one hundred and twenty five rupees people can get a new energy - it is cheap. The eagle of Vishnu and the chariot of the sun did not suffer less than the Creator, and had to churn the ocean for Indra's exaltation — but this bicycle stopped at its earthly speed and leaned against the wall in one corner of the shop for only one hundred and twenty-five rupees.

Rosik had made a bet with his grandfather that he would not ask for anything else, but he did not keep his bet. However, Chawata made some changes. He said, "I have to lend one hundred and twenty-five rupees."

Rasik had not been interested in the flute for some time, in which another deep pain was afflicting the flute day and night. So as soon as Rasik presented the court to him, the flute's mind danced for a moment; I thought, ‘Get rid of gay ashes, you can't pull it off like that anymore.’ But the lineage? He is absolutely drowning! If you give one hundred and twenty five rupees, what is left? Borrow! Rosik will repay the loan of one hundred and twenty five rupees! So if it were possible, the flute could have died in peace.

The flute hardened his mind like a stone and said, "What is it, where can I get one hundred and twenty five rupees."

Rosik told his friends, "If I don't get this money, I won't get married." When he spoke to the flute player, he said, “This is not a bad joke either. The bride has to pay the money again, but not the groom. Such a responsibility has never happened among our seven men. ”

Rosik revolted and retired from their work. When asked, he said, "I am sick." Apart from not working as a weaver, he did not show any other signs of illness in his diet. The flute player said with a little arrogance in his mind, ‘Stay, I will never tell him to work again’ র he got angry and began to hurt himself even more. Especially in that year, due to the boycott, the price and affection of weaving cloth suddenly increased. Almost all of the weavers who were on other work returned to the loom. Niyatchanchal Makugula, like a rat-carriage, started running day and night carrying the accomplished Gananayaka on his shoulders in the weaver's house of Bangladesh. Now, for a moment, when the loom was cut, the mind of the flute player became restless; If Rasik helped him at this time, the two-year work could be completed in six months, but it never happened again. So the flute player took the broken body and began to work as hard as he could.

Rosik spends most of his time outside the house. But suddenly one day when the flute's hand was no longer moving in the evening, the backbone seemed to be cracking, only the noise of work was being wasted and it was wasting time to fix it. There was a time when the flute's mind would be filled with pride and joy when it heard the harmonium playing of Rasik while working, but today it is not like that at all. He dropped the loom and came to the courtyard of the house, where he saw a stranger playing a musical instrument. This made his feverish tired body glow even more. He said whatever came in his mouth. Rosik replied arrogantly, "If I share your food, I will," and so on and so forth. The flute player said, “There is no need to brag anymore, as far as I can see! It is not possible to become a nawabi just by playing the imitation of the babus. ” He left, and could not sit on the loom; He went to bed on the mat in the house.

It's not that Rosik brought a partner to play the harmonium and have fun. Rosik went to Thanagarh to apply for a job in the circus team. In order to show his power to one of the members of that group, he was inclined to listen to as many songs as he could. At that time, a very different melody came in the middle of the music.

Till today, such a difficult word has never come out through the mouth of a flute. He himself was surprised by his own words. It was as if he had adopted her and told her these cruel words to someone else. After such a tragic rebuke, it is no longer possible for the flute player to save his savings. The flute became very angry at the money for which such an unimaginable thing could happen suddenly — there was no happiness left in it. The fact that Rosik was so fond of him only made him think. When he could not even utter the word 'grandfather', when it was a strange thing to protect the looms from his mischievous hand, when his grandfather extended his hand, he jumped from the lap of everyone else and fell on his chest, and his bushy hair Pulling and pulling, holding his nose and trying to put it in his toothless mouth, he remembered everything clearly and started laughing inside the soul of the flute player. He could no longer lie down. He called out Rasik's name in a few pathetic voices. Without getting any response, he got up with his fever. Gia saw the harmonium lying beside her, sitting alone in the dark. Then the flute player opened a bag as long as a snake's length from his waist; He said in a hushed voice, ‘Hey brother নে all this money is for you. I was collecting this to bring your wife home. But I can't save you by crying, my brother, my Gopal: I don't have that power - you buy a wheelbarrow, do whatever you want. "Rosik stood up and swore," You have to buy a wheelbarrow, you have to bring your wife, my I will do it with my own money - I will not touch your money. ” The flute player did not wait for an answer and ran away. There was no way for the two of them to talk about this money anymore — it became impossible to talk about anything.