Deenata Murmu stares at the burning house. His mother says that he was born in this house in the early morning. The light of day was shining then. There was no one beside her mother at the time of her birth. Not even Grandma. Mother cut her own pulse.
He grew up hearing such stories from his mother. Now this house is burning. She thinks her eyes are on fire as she looks. There is no water. He doesn't know what water is, he has never seen it. When poverty begins to cry, tears do not cool him. Water fires on his cheeks. The heat of the burning house around him warmed his body. Understand that this warmth is different. This is not to say that you get warmth by roasting your hands in the fire of winter.
Three or four more girls came and stood around him. Someone is holding his hand. When I looked back at him, I understood that it was time to go to school. But no, he never stopped going to school. After passing class five, he did not study anymore. He has no regrets for that. He works to eat with his mother. Works with father while harvesting rice. Dharita went to her aunt's house and sewed clothes on the machine. Sitting in his own house, he works as a needle, and flowers bloom on the kantha. Everyone says that poverty has become a working girl. He can do whatever he wants. The work is not difficult for him.
Only no one told him, I love your smile. Many a night when the dew falls on the rice in the house, he suddenly wakes up. The reason for waking up is not a big noise, just a strong feeling inside. Comes to mind, someone understands and is whispering.
Saying, poverty, let's graze the goats.
- No, I will not graze goats.
—Then graze, pig?
- No, not even a pig. I will graze tigers. Big tiger. Halum Kare:
Then he laughed heartily. Many nights have not been spent sleeping like this. Dreaming that someone would come and hold their hand, they saw the light of dawn shining through the gaps in the windows of their mud walls.
Today this house has been burnt to ashes.
Poverty moves back a few feet. The cries of his own suffering are stuck in his chest, but he can hear the sound of loud cries coming from all around. Not actually crying, but the wailing from all sides. Poverty has never seen people cry like this before. Today everyone is crying like this. As well as screaming and running around. He has seen so many people crying for so long. Everyone cried when people died. But she never cries like that. Some mourn and weep, some murmur, some clap and shout. Someone just wiped his eyes. Today everyone cries the same. There is wailing in tears, there is blasphemy, there is a roar of revenge. The grandmother of poverty is crying with them. He sees Didima running forward. Screaming, Neil, Neil. He took my cow. It's time to dump the cows. Alas, my pregnant cow:
No one hears Sunita's screams. No one comes forward. Quddus Bepari walks carelessly with cows. He also has a big bag on his shoulder. House looting is another thing. Only Didima Sunita is running after him. Deenata started running with her grandmother with a small bamboo stick lying next to her. The speed of Quddus's feet has increased. He's gone too far. Lakshan Tudu blocked the way when he overtook his grandmother. He warmed his eyes and said, I will not go anymore.
Can hey? He shouted.
Young girl. For him
Young girl! Poverty widened his eyes and looked. As if I had never heard such a word. He doesn't even know what it means. He shouted again, Can he?
Middle-aged Lakshan Tudu gritted his hair and said, "They will rob you too."
- Loot! At that time Sunita came and took his hand. He snatched the bamboo stick and said, "Stay, I don't need cows." Let's go home.
—Home! Poverty shouted again. Fire burns in his head. Where is your house, Grandma?
Sunita hugs him. He shouted at himself, why would they set fire to my house? Why loot my things? Am I looted?
With this, Charachar became stunned by his screams. His voice flew over the field. Looking at the front, he sees poverty, Quddus is walking fast. He looked back once. As if to say, I took the cow out of my barn, you are the bones of a devil that chillas? The man is no longer seen. He went behind the tree. By then Didima had pulled him to her chest. People from all over the house came and gathered in one place. The big tree above the head is standing like a shadow.
Suddenly, Dindata straightened her head without her grandmother's hand. When he heard the sound of crying, he saw Talakha Tudu coming running crying. Everyone standing turned to him. He raised his hands to everyone and cried and said, "My pig has been taken away." You bring my baby. If I don't take it in my lap, I will die. I will die
The teenage boy jumps up and down crying. Poverty threatens to say, who took your baby?
স্তMostafa Chowkidar.
Mostafa Chowkidar? What will he do with the piglets? Do they eat pork?
- I said that. He slapped me and said, you are a pig. I'll sell it. You guys. I will sell to you.
- Which way did the watchman go?
ইThat's that side. On the market street.
- Come on, we'll take it. Come with me. Deenata stretched out her legs and held Talkha's hand. Old Naren Hembrum stopped them as they proceeded. Deenata removed the old man's hand and shouted, why stop Grandpa?
- It will rob you too. They set fire to Santalpalli. Looting.
- If someone robs me, I will cut his throat. Leave.
Everyone standing around threatened him. Say, don't overdo it, poverty. Sit still. Sunita hugged him and pulled him back. Dharita Murmu is weeping on the ground. The two went and sat there.
My sewing machine, where can I get my sewing machine
Rolling on the ground. The whole body is covered in dust and sand. The look is not going to be recognized properly. Looking at her aunt, Deenata's chest shrunk. Aunty's appearance has changed to become a man of a burnt house. Other items in the house including the machine were also looted. If they looted everything in the house, will they loot the young girls this time? The body of the poor became shivering. He knelt down beside the earth. He pulls the earth and puts it on.
—Auntie, aunty — can you burn down the house?
Dharita looks at him with bewildered eyes.
—Auntie, Auntie জিনিস Can things be looted by hammering?
The bewildered earth cannot even weep over the question of poverty. He sits with a dusty body like a fool. Shaking hands and feet does not remove dust from the body and clothes. A little while ago, while rolling on the ground, Maya was feeling for herself. Weeping, he wanted to relieve the pain in his chest. Now he realizes that there are big stones around him. Pushing this stone, he can't go anywhere else. His days of survival are over.
The Bengali people he has seen for 70 years are standing in front of him in different shapes. Many of them have extended a helping hand. The number of those who are manipulating is less. The land will be taken over by the sugar mill by uprooting them from the land. They can hear all this. Such is the roar. So where is the vita of their fourteen men? Without Vitemati people are people of their own country? So Hami is not the people of this country? Dharita cries and cries and says, Hummer dash reluctantly? O ho — ho — ho — Hummer dash kunthe?
Holding the forehead with both hands. Her throat tightened as she screamed. Indigenous Santals standing around raised the question of Dharita. Everyone shouted together, Hamakere dash reluctantly? Give Hummer the texture of Hummer.
Fighting in the wind.
The wind is blowing with human voices. So it is not reaching the human lungs. Wants to catch my breath. Yet people are blowing. The throat is cracking and shouting গ give me the texture of the hammer.
Screaming with everyone, Deenata widened her eyes and looked at the earth. Her body trembled when she looked at him. The dusty face of the earth is covered with rough spots. Somewhere the spots are round, somewhere drawn. Looks like a map. When they were in school, the teacher would show them maps and teach them geography. He used to say, here is the Bay of Bengal, here is the Sundarbans. Meanwhile, the hilly areas — what names they used to say, I don't remember those names. He used to show the drawn lines and say that these are rivers. Spots were drawn around each district. He knew Rangpur district by looking at the map at that age. He knew it was his country. They had fourteen men here. Why is everyone crying today? Is everyone forgetting Sidho-Kanho? Where is the battle of the bow and arrow? Deenata shouts and says, Aunty, Sidho-Kanho is our fourteenth man. Aunt:
Which machine will you sew, Ray Deenata? My machine is gone. The house went o ho — ho — ho
Someone from the side says, we are all gone. Fourteen of us went.
- Fourteen men! Dharita screamed. None of you will be straight-kanho?
Where are fourteen men when the soil?
Dharita rolled on the ground and said, my body is covered in the dust of the country. The soil is my Sidho-Kanho. The country is my Sidho-Kanho.
Poverty starts shouting, we are all Sidho-Kanho. Aunt Reh
Earth's cries do not stop. He rolled himself on the ground and threw himself on the ground. Others stare wide-eyed. Earth-daughter earth is their country. The earthen-daughter Dharita is their Sidho-Kanho. Then why will the earth cry? Earth will not cry.
The children of the earth will not weep.
Then everyone looked ahead and saw a police car coming.
Kingsu Hembrum shouted, "Where is my bow and arrow?"
I was at home. Burnt ashes.
Kingsur's wife Ramla gritted her teeth and replied. At that moment, Dharita stood up straight and said, what will happen if one is burnt, you will make another. Can't?
- Can't I? I can do it.
The burnt settlement area was filled with the shouts of the assembled voices. The sound is sounded inside everyone's chest. They know that if they do not, their people will perish. They are not people who will sit idly by watching the extinction of their own existence.
Police cars came and stopped in front of them with their slogans. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Why are you shouting?" Don't you know how to suffocate?
বWhy arrogance? What is our crime?
Ramla stood up diagonally. Kingsu stood beside him and held his hand.
- Are you talking again?
You asked the question. Don't answer?
Chop. Talk to you soon and keep up the good content.
- You have given, how many more times? Give give—
It's fun. I will file a case against you.
—No one speaks. A feeling of neglect in everyone. You are doing whatever you want. You burn the house, sue, then kill people — what's left?
It's noon now.
They came in the morning to shoot. There were many people behind. There were currents of people. The small number of Santals can't deal with the sound made by guns and people. They moved to one side. Like a chased animal. Turns out again. Moved again. He saw the scene of looting with wide eyes. Now another scene is in front of them. The police have filed a case.
Everyone is silent. You are doing whatever you want. Household items have been looted - rice, flour, corn, cows, goats, pigs, ducks, chickens, pigeons, pumpkins, pumpkins, vegetables, pots, utensils, open tin rice - what else do we have - now will you loot us? Girls? The assembled voices sounded, no. A small sound became huge and spread in the sky. Not everyone is uttering words together. Fist raised both hands.
Gafur Mia frowned and asked, what happened?
- What will happen again? I tell you about our strength.
Gafur Mia turned her lips. Fuh! Say the word, your strength again! Renters:
Beware! Kingsu and Ramla shouted. Talk to you soon and keep up the good content.
Before Gafur Mia could say anything, the police pointed a gun and told him to get out of here.
- Where will we stay?
Tonight under the sky, see tomorrow. Go. Move.
They went and sat in groups under the big trees in front of the church. After a while, Talkha came running and said to Deenata with a photo, "Leave it, Didi." Found in the ashes. We will need. It will be useful when building a house.
- That's right. It will be very useful.
Poverty holds Data in front of her eyes and looks around. It is said that iron cannot be reduced to ashes by fire. From now on this photo is my partner.
Talkha smiled softly and said, "Didi, I am very happy to see you.
- Yes Ray, I'm very happy.
াI will tell Panna Dada that I have given you a photo.
- Why? Why do you have to tell Panna Dada?
- Panna Dada is happy to talk about you. My grandfather told me to give you a new photo.
What do I do with new photos?
- He said, you will go to eat with grandpa. The two will work together.
- So I understand what he said?
—Yes Ray Didi, yes.
Talkha's face became smiling. Deenata looks at his face and thinks that even after losing the piglet, Talkha still has a smile on his face. Pannao Pora Da handed it to him thinking he would work together.
The love that was not mentioned before, is being said now. Da picked up from the pile of ashes is his witness.
Poverty fills the chest. Panna likes her own. The thought of poverty makes one's smile feel like the light of the sun floating on the burnt ashes. He sings humming songs. Dharita looks at her aunt. Dharita turned her head to look at his humming sound. Can't ask anything because he's sitting far away.
The next day a banana house was built for them. The hut. The man who entered the house with his family. Deenata hugs her grandmother and says, this is a different kind of house for us. No door.
- I can't sleep with you in this room.
Says there is no door?
Yes. Grandmother's old face has new folds.
- I will sit at the door with photos. You don't think No one will be able to enter.
Sunita does not speak. Kalapatara stands in front of the house and looks far away. There are people outside those who looted. Their number is much higher. They fed them khichuri-eggs. They are standing by their side. Sunita thinks that the non-eaten stomach is full of eggs. They have given them relief.
Sunita sees that evening is coming down. There is no light in the room. Either you have to sit or you have to lie down. He stood on the edge of poverty.
- Grandma, can you tell me something?
What are you going to do now?
- I'll stay. Count the time.
What time is it? What time?
- Today I have a different time. Grandma has come to love people in my life.
- Yes Ray, what are you talking about?
- I'm telling the truth. The wind of love is blowing.
Oh ho — ho — ho
Hearing the sound of Sunita's exuberance, Deenata's chest filled up. By the way, a gentle breeze is blowing over the burnt house. The great time of long awaited love is all around him.
Poverty sits at the door of the banana leaf house. By the way, if Panna comes, tell him, stay by my side. I have to give birth to one Sidho-Kanho of fourteen men. And if someone comes to loot him, he will raise his fire and say, I will throw away the kalla. Not a single step forward.
He does not know how many nights it has been. Darkness seems to be his companion. The whistling of the wind enters his banana leaf room. Poverty has put Data on his lap. Once he took it in his hand and muttered, "You are my love." I will fight with you no matter how many wars come.
Sitting in front of a house surrounded by banana leaves under the infinite sky, holding his fist in his fist the next day, he let out a sigh of relief and put his head on the banana leaves.
Thank you so much 💕💞💕
