A tin hut next to the window. The morning sleep was shattered early today by the rumble of tin rice. He looked straight at the window. It is raining profusely outside. I know in my sleep Taru was having a dream! The dream looked good. But can't remember now. When you suddenly wake up, it seems like a fool! The inside of the head is empty for a few seconds. Looking back, he saw that Tamal was still asleep.
Tamal sleeps and he looks very beautiful. In the air of the ceiling fan, a little big hair is flying on the edge of the forehead. Looks pretty good. Like a calm idol. The unearthly smile stays on the corners of the lips. Then he wants to touch her face and caress her. Unbeknownst to the mind, Taru's right hand is moving slowly. Gently removes the hair. Nah, not now, sleep a little more. The man works so much all day, does not rest even on the weekends. Now he can sleep during the day on indefinite government shutdowns.
Taru got down from the bed and stood by the window. Nature seems to be returning to life in the pouring rain. The trees that have been burnt to ashes have become dark green soaked in rain water. During these times, Taru becomes a bit distracted. Pictures of the distant days spent with Tamal floated one by one on the screen of the mind. Atmabhola tamalta is now more bholabhala than before. She was never the usual boyfriend. But now! It has become a rough, sticky husbandband.
- What do you think, standing by the window?
= Um, nothing. I was thinking about you
- That's right! Listen to what you were thinking?
I wonder how rough you have become,
- I mean! Am I crazy? When! How !?
= Huh, that's right. Like a pinch of salt mixed with half a liter of water to love before. And now, like the public who is curled up for fear of being attacked by Corona. Your love stops when it comes six feet away.
- What are you talking about, Janu? Where can you find a lover like me?
= Huh! If you search, you will find! Who wants a one piece lover like you? Until today, if you do not propose to me properly. What a lover I wanted!
- Look, Janu, I shop for you before I get my monthly salary. I've been wearing a t-shirt for years, I don't even dream of buying pants. I bought your cosmetics items from a dozen stores in the market, but you still say I don't love you!
= So! All husbands do this. You have to buy these to decorate your wife.
- And when you stand on the sidewalk and want to eat steamed cake, ten rupees plate phukka, I go against my will and buy you those dusty unhealthy foods, isn't that love?
= Uh, not at all. You buy them because I stand on my own to have a cup of tea and a cigarette. I understand everything. Do I think you're stupid?
- Huh, got it. You are very intelligent and I am Kebalakant alias Bholanath.
Tamal put on his t-shirt without saying anything else. He put it in the pocket of his mobile pants and went out combing his hair with his fingers. Don't even drink tea.
- Huh, how angry! I was called to have tea.
Outside the rain almost stopped. A few drops, along with the green trees glistening in the sunlight. Tamal has not returned yet. Where did that go! I woke up and ate nothing. Taru's mind became very restless. Feeling very angry at myself. Why fight for no reason! Tamal is like that. Can't express love. Even though Taru knows everything, why does that fight hurt the poor man's mind?
The phone is ringing. Tamal called,
- Hello, Taru, I'm on the roof. Will you come
= What are you doing on the roof this afternoon? Get down quickly, you don't see how dark everything is getting. It will rain again.
- Anyway, take this. Both were boiling.
= Seki! Have you torn off the two flowers of the tree you planted so carefully? For me!
- I planted the flowers for you. What will I do if I give you flowers?
= But that's not right. The flowers of the tree are beautiful.
- Don't fight anymore. Tomorrow / the day after tomorrow. I love you so much, now just let me love.
It started to rain heavily. New water for every drop of rain. Washing everything. The values that are frozen in the mind of Taru Tamal are merging with the drops of clear rain. Has taken shape in the crystal mirror. The reflection of love is shining there.
Taru listens to Tamal's unspoken words, listening to Tamal's chest, avoiding the rain.
- Beast, no one will love you like me. I love you so much.