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The end of Boishakh. Throughout the half-year, thousands of flames of the sun's silver rage in the vast blue sky have set the green earth on fire. One day at the end of Agrahayan, a black cloud frozen in the four corners of the sky caught the black cow's udder. The lightning roared and exploded. The sharpened knife of lightning slammed through the chest of the cloud and woke up. People complained in panic that the month of Agrahayan is the season when ripe golden rice comes home. If it rains at such a time. In words:
‘If Bishti arrives
People go begging
(If it rains in Agrahayan, people go out to beg.)
Good luck to the people. Praise be to the God of heaven. Agrahayane did not bishti. Not at all. Not in Maghe. Fangun-chaitra is gone. Go to Boishakh too; And a few days or the rest. The sky in Eri has never been filled with compassion. In the despair of the roaring sun, the fields of rabi crops were lit. The tip of the watermelon vine's locks stretched out like a snake. The leaves of the tree turned copper in the drought. The huge, fierce white flames of the sky are absorbing the silver of the earth in the heat of the fire in millions of fires; The flames sparkle like molten silver on the bottom of a round stretched shell. Right-left-front-back as far as the eye-fire, the yellow flame of fire. Fire in the field, fire in the trees, fire in the crops, fire in the heart of man like the silent fire without the flame of nature, the particles of fire. The twinkling of the indefatigable rain of thousands of sravanas is flowing, endless.
Hasim seemed to swim in the swollen sea of fire. Fire in his chest-stomach, eyes-face. Dhuke Dhuke came to the bottom of the flood pond and lowered the wooden load on his shoulder. Where the banyan tree matched the cool shade, the half-boiled body lay in the lap of the shade. The rest of the body lay on the grass dried by the steam of the earth and his eyes remained closed. Hasim can't think of anything. The source of thought has ignited. After crossing the forest and descending into the bill, this banyan tree, like a loving mother, called him with a shady handkerchief and walked him for four miles on the hot fresh sand. The eyes cannot be closed. What a feeling wants to awaken in the consciousness of the half-burnt body burnt in the fire. The sharp claws of the sun gave a hot chill to the inside of the chest.
Instead of the lungita, the towel was untied at the waist. Then he sat on the slippery ghat of the palm tree, dipped his hands in the water and took a handful of water. Threw away. There is also fire in the pond water. One foot, two feet slowly descended into the water. Jhup gave one dive, gave another dive. He took a lot of dips in the dust. He woke up his black head on the water and remained silent for a while. The heat of Hasim's body is absorbing the cold water. A soft cool feeling is shaking at the base of the hair follicle. His soul, feelings came back to the body. What a calm, intense, majestic touch.
A Cox's Bazar bus blew its horn and sped south. Two rickshaws are swaying on the winding road. Slow slow motion. Tung tang bells float in the air far away. A bird flew a sharp diagonal line across the sky. Sunlight glistened on the brown fins. A kite is playing in a circular motion. The shadow is falling on the surface of the water. The hot solitude of the sunny afternoon is being cut into pieces and Chihi voice is being heard. In the scorching sun, Chile's heartbreaking chihuahua ignited a fire in his chest and spread like wildfire.
After washing his body, he came up from the pond. He took the lungi again instead of the towel. Squeeze out all the water. Then the towel matched the head and sat on the banyan tree floor. The wind is blowing. The small branches sway in the wind. From inside the solitude comes the sound of shouting. The banyan tree has witnessed the ups and downs of the ages. Huge baskets like elephant's trunk have come down to the ground in thirst. The sky has disappeared somewhat in the stalks and leaves. The leaves are green, juicy in the secretion of the heart of the soil. The tenderness of the soil is matched by the tenderness in the life-spreading shadows that tremble in the wind.