When will you come
I will leave before evening. I understand you're feeling lonely ...
Do not leave in the afternoon a little before evening!
You do not know how much work I do in the office? Can I come if I want? Good to say in a very soft voice, what are you doing butterfly gold ?Cooking for you
What are you cooking? Small fish chutney and thick pulses.
Did you hit the fish? I didn't forbid you, you don't keep small fish, you can't cut fish. I didn't cut my hand ... Shubhar said in a worried voice, why aren't you talkingNo, only three drops of blood. I could not understand how a thorn got into the head of the right hand anamika.
You asked for a fit, and I did. There is no pain.
But why do you go to cook small fish?
Happy you like that!
A wave of tears fell on Shubh's throat. Standing on the veranda of the office, he is talking to Titli on his mobile. Butterfly's hand is cut off! There is blood! Good luck with the girl. If she tells any love story of her own, the girl will make that love story happen.
Are you happy on the phone? Arrogant question butterfly.
Shubh answers calmly. I will come home today and hit you hard.
I will beat you a lot, I will beat you in your hands
Will you not cry
You hit me and I don't cry, what happens? I will cry a lot with my head on your chest.
Happy smile, crazy! I keep it now. The boss is coming here. You don't go anywhere outside.
I'll call you when I have time, what a lakshisona moon particle!
Okay ... Butterfly cuts the line with a little arrogance in a muffled voice. Shubh closed the phone and stood on the verandah with his eyes closed. Crying is coming from inside. Again trying hard to resist crying. Water is falling by pressing the corner of the eye. Shubh can not comfort himself, why did I marry the girl? Why did I defeat him?
He lit a cigarette with his back against the wall and, when he came to my two-room house, saw his parents and relatives cutting butterflies, cooking pulses, sweeping the house with his own hands, making the bed ... they Just kill me. What do I do with the girl? The girl came down to earth from heaven. How could that be?
I can't do the math .. The phone rang after smoking three cigarettes. He looked at the phone of the boss's head of designer.
Sir!
Where are you happy?
Coming, sir, quickly dropped the cigarette in the small room.
A couple of years ago I went to my friend Himanshu's house. Shubh Ahsan was responsible for arranging the wedding ceremony of Himanshu Roy's younger sister. Ujangao is the same village of Himanshu and Shuvo. The Himanshura dynasty is fundamental and influential. Shubhar's father Badrul Ahsan was a Baul man. He did not live in the world from the world. He spent most of the year in various arenas. Sometimes he would return home. How Shuvo's two older sisters were brought up and married by his mother is still a wonder to Shuvo. Mother is a man of endurance. There was no shortage of smiles on any day. After passing the matriculation examination from Shubh village, he came to Dhaka from his uncle's house in Khulna, passed the intermediate level and entered the fine arts. Gradually the strange poisonous air of civic life takes over the scattered life.
I met Himanshu after many years in my third year at Shubhar Sadarghat. Shubh went to draw a picture of Sadarghat. When he came to Sadarghat, he found Shubh in nostalgia. About four years ago, I got on the launch from home and spent the night in the early morning carrying a colorful bag. The bag contained two old shirts, a pair of pants and a few books. Since then, in Dhaka, in the city of people, it has merged with the feet of people .... When he came to that Sadarghat, he found himself lost in the flow of new people coming and going in the crowd of people and rediscovered himself. Many passengers were surprised when the canvas was opened in one corner of the huge platoon. Many stood behind him and saw his paintings. He was fascinated by the tumultuous procession of people. Looks, sees every step, takes with all the beauty of the heart. As soon as Sadarghat arrives, Shubh develops in hundreds of branches ....
One morning he was going out of Sadarghat to draw a picture. Looking back, Himanshu Roy and Shubh Ahmed face to face. Shubh looks at Himanshu in surprise. Himanshu laughs, Kiri do not recognize me?
Where are you from Sadarghat? Surprised voice Shubhar. I'll see you here, I didn't think.
I came from home. There are parents with Babli .. where? Where is aunt, where is uncle?
Everyone went to the car. Seeing your back in the crowd from a distance, I left them and ran. Let's ...
Let's go.
They got in the car and waited. They came and stood in front and pushed the crowd.
Jaldhar Roy was surprised to see Shubh, where did he find Shubh?
How are you? Babli's shout in Mrs. Roy's question, Shubh Da, where have you been all this time? Happy to answer the questions of three people.
Mother, she studied fine arts in Dhaka. My idea was to come here to draw pictures at Sadarghat, Himangshu replied with a smile, I saw him from a distance and brought him.
Mrs. Roy got out of the car, come on come on. Get in the car.
Shubh got up and sat in the car. The car started moving. On the way, Shubh learns from Mrs. Roy that Babli's wedding is next month. Pot Abni Ahmed.
Computer engineer. Associate Professor of the country's largest private university. Happy smile, then you too have grown up Babli? Can't stay small anymore? Everyone in the car laughs. Babli breaks his face, if you remain the same face as before!
In the midst of many memories and stories, the car stopped in front of house number eleven in Dhanmondi from Sadarghat. After lunch, the family decides that since Shubh is an artist, the Roy family is responsible for drawing and arranging the house. Shubho also gladly accepted. Due to marriage, he has to come to Roy's house in the morning and in the afternoon. In between work, we have to talk to Babli, Jaldhar Roy, Aunty, Himanshu and many others in the house ....
Shubh is sitting on the roof of the house drawing Alpana in the hot afternoon sun. Babli came and stood behind, Shubh Da?
Looking down, Alpana answers while drawing, Kiri is crazy?
I'll push you off the roof but ... artificial anger in Babli's throat. My name is Babli, not crazy.
Oh, aren't you crazy? Bubbly? Tell me, what are you here for?
Please take a look ...
I don't have time, crazy, sorry Babli. And three days later your marriage. There is a lot of work left ..I have no time at all. Again, if the alpana is not done properly, you will scold me. I know you.
Yes, you saved me, now look at me.
I don't have time to look at you, Ray.
If you don't look, I'm pouring water on you ..
Hey no, you're a robber girl, Alpana stands with a draw. Paris too .. Shubh stops. A girl is also standing with Babli standing behind her. The face of the light-skinned girl is painted in such a way that it is impossible to look away. The girl's wide eyes crossed the cheek, nose and mouth and looked at him in amazement. The two pearls inside his eyes are trying to hug him. I have never seen such a magical introverted eye, the blue verse of the eye.
Shuvo stared at the girl in astonishment. The girl looked away from the artist's eyes.
Happy photos, my friend Butterfly.
Shubh could not understand what to say to Titli or take the time of introduction.
Butterfly also stood stunned.
Why are you standing like a statue in front of Shubhdar? Laboni threatened me, I didn't tell you Shubh Da my brother. Why aren't you talking now?
What happened? Shubh asks questions about managing himself.
Butterfly wants to draw a portrait of him. He has also painted with several artists. But he could not draw properly. Seeing your alpana all over the house, he asked me, who drew these? I said your name. Then he said, whether he can draw a portrait or not! My friend, I have brought it to you ... Now you save me by drawing a picture or portrait of a butterfly, after the bubble stops and tells a continuous story.
Shubh comes close to drawing Alpana, artists are also human beings. And people also have limitations. The shape of your friend's butterfly face is so beautiful that the artist's color and drawing process slips ... As a result artists cannot draw.
Exclude all those speeches, Babli almost threatened, whether he can draw a picture of my friend. Tell me.
Why can't I? Babri is swinging her hair with good flowing hair but your friend has to talk to me.
Well, you guys talk. I go, mother is calling. You stay butterfly ... Babli suddenly leaves.
Butterfly is a girl from Dhaka city. Very brave At night, Birat goes to the hotel with friends to eat, hang out. He learned kung fu karat by himself. Butterfly is the only daughter of industrialist father Azgar Lashkar. Lashkar has no job in the world that he can't do for Titli. Lashkar has one daughter and two sons. The eldest son, Aynal Laskar, is a professor of marine science at Disney University in Australia. The younger son, Khyber Lashkar, has been overseeing the business with his father. In the future, the appointed MD of Lashkar Group will be Khyber Lashkar. Butterfly, the only daughter of two brothers and father's darling sister, is trembling in front of a rural artist.
Do you have any large size pictures? After Babli left, Shuvo asked a question. Butterfly shakes his head, no.
What did you say? Can't believe it's good. It is normal for you to have pictures of various stages of formal or ceremonial.
Not taken ..
All right, can you sing?
Butterflies keep their heads down. Song? He can't remember if he has ever been to a music event in his life. Will this shit artist drown me or not?
And what has music got to do with my portrait drawing? Will the man draw a picture of me or a song? Artists go crazy a lot ... I’ve spent time with college university marketing. Went on a picnic with friends. I have traveled around the country and abroad .... Ever had a time to listen to the acupaku songs of these six words of Bengali? Singing is a much later event. Of course my father wanted me to sing. The master came to the house three times, I went to the front two times but the song stopped ..Is it possible for me to leave the throat with the harmonium in front hahaha? Never ... And the artist wants to know .. why are you silent?
I've never sung ...
Ha ha ha, it's good to break the roof in the middle of the afternoon, I've never heard my mother sing ..Poet Shamsur Rahman's line of poetry, this poem is my favorite. Because I never sang either. But very willingly. Let's sit under the tree. Here the sun is playing sticks on the head.
On the right side of the roof is the shadow of a huge mango tree. After standing under the shade, you can feel the touch of light air. Butterfly standing under the shade and smiling softly. Looking at the deep verses in the eyes of the butterfly, why are you smiling?
How to play the sun stick? Oh ... Shubh burst out laughing. How many colors play in the mind of the artist can not be explained by playing. Not only does the sun play the stick, but the sun shines in the artist's mind.
So?
Yes. What are you studying?
Me?
Good to shake your head, yes you.
I study, but I mean ... not attentively. In fact, I do not like reading at all. I just love to sleep, eat and hang out. And I like to go on long drives.
The fluttering butterfly gradually came out from behind the mask. You know, I want to write poetry. Laughs again, but can't sit still writing two or three lines. I don't understand how poets write so many poems. It takes a lot of patience. I don't have any .. Your mobile is very expensive. Don't have your picture in mobile?
There are, there are, there are many pictures. See?
From the ground floor, Babli sends tea and hot Singara to the workers. Leaning against the wall, Shubh, a crazy girl named Wow Babli likes this. He understands when and where it will take, he has a habit of eating Singara with one Singara in his hand and holding it towards the butterfly? There is a butterfly moving its neck. He stretched out his hand and bit Singara. The two spent a lot of time chatting and drinking tea.
You draw Alpana, I see.
Well, after agreeing to the butterfly's proposal, Shuvo becomes engrossed in Alpana again. Butterfly wonders, how does the artist draw on the dry ground with his hand drawing and make it so colorful? He doesn't get any cool edge. In the afternoon, Titli, Babli, Himanshu and Shuvo ate together in the dining room on the ground floor of the house and left for a little more chat. Butterfly wants to know before leaving, if I do not have a portrait?
Who said no? The counter question is good.
You haven't even seen my picture ... now look - the mobile moves forward. Mobile is not required. You give me the mobile number ...
Take, Zero, One ....
The two of them left with the number. Three days later in the evening Shuvo gives the phone. Titli was sitting in her room with her mobile phone in her house, wondering if she would call Shubh. If given, will the artist think of something or not .... He was hesitant.
Usually these hesitations do not work in butterflies. I don't care about anything I want. But since I met Shubh, I have been wrapped up in myself, otherwise I would have called at least twelve times in the last three days to find out, is my picture? If not, when will I get it? Why are you so late? But whenever he goes to call Shubh with his mobile in hand, a kind of hesitant hesitation comes and grabs the butterfly.
Shubhar phone at the moment of cutting the edge of hesitation, hello?
Talking to the butterfly?
Yes, I am a butterfly.
Will you go to Babli's house tomorrow?
I will definitely go. And a day later she got married. If not, he will be very mindful. He scolded me on the phone yesterday. So ...
See you, bye. Happy to cut the line. Butterfly looks at the screen of the mobile phone in surprise, the line has been cut! The man does not understand a girl like me? Artist of what? Doesn't the mind understand art? Color people do not understand color! There will be no problem with this ugliness ... Butterfly laughs alone in his room. Why are you here? I was shocked to see the butterfly in the mess. Shuvo was lying in bed. Lying down, he is thinking of the butterfly. What the girl is doing, she says - is hard to accept, at least for me. I'm a little artist. In this city, an unidentified man does not understand anything as much as he understands the girl. He has fallen into a void. I told the whole incident to Himanshu. Shala is an Uzbek.
On hearing the incident, Himanshu Roy hugged her and fell in love with her.
What do you say? I wanted to fall in love with so many girls in my life, but I couldn't. My insides are burning. And love comes to you and dies crying, you do not care! What else is a donkey?
You do not understand why? Trying to make my own argument, Shubh, I am a rural boy from an ordinary family. And the butterflies?
You are the story of Bengali cinema Eli Ray! Shlash Himanshu's throat, hey dad a la answer beautiful girl loves you, what is the need to see a family girl? Fall in love, respond and spend time in fascination ....
In this context, if I say one more thing, I will give it to you.
Himanshu gets strength from the threat but no wave is created in the water of his inner mind. Not so good on the bus. On the bus, I love the butterfly very much. Every day he draws hundreds of pictures in his notebook. Drawing and seeing, drawing and seeing are not enough. Going to draw this picture, the girl is wearing a love sickness. I need to convince him, girl, you're kidding me.
On the roof of Himanshu's house, at the wedding ceremony of Babli, he gave eleven types of pictures drawn by Shubh in the afternoon. Seeing every picture and the fascination in the eyes of the arrow of wonder. After looking at all the pictures, he asked, how did you draw this picture without my picture?
I drew your picture in the form of a story that day. Immediately the butterfly hugged him and kissed him on the cheek one by one. One kiss after another left him and stood still for a few moments. Hatambab Shubh, don't know what to do. Looking around, did anyone see?
No, there is no one on the roof right now.
What happened?
Love ...
Butterfly ran from the front.
The whole incident kept on sweating while standing on the roof. What is the net of defeat by drawing pictures? The girl will drown me. No, the butterfly cannot be indulged in any way. I still have three or four months left until my final exams. I have to go a long way, I do not want to be trapped in the complex web of love. Especially with butterflies. They are the people of influential and bondage families. In front of them I will fly like a straw hut, ruling myself Shubh Ahmed is secretly cut off from the wedding house.
There was silence for two days. Shubh spent time in the mess room reading the class and covering a few books. The room is decorated like your own. Shuvo lives in the east corner room on the second floor of a three-storey house. As soon as you enter the room, you have to be fascinated by the color and smell of the factory. Good time in the room. Mobile is bad. Looks. The name is burning ... Butterfly!
Hello? The hesitant throat is white.
How r u At the utterance of the butterfly, you jump up and down, cut into pieces, and you can hear the rippling waves of the boat upstream.
Cuddly butterfly throat, why are you silent? Talk
I'm a butterfly. I am the butterfly that you have drawn on the border of mind and vision. That butterfly loves you ... loves you so much. Many great men wanted to love the butterfly, starving in the back, I did not admit to anyone. Because, I have seen them enjoy their love. In my hilarious lifestyle, they have thought that anything can be done about me. But they do not know, I have always considered them as naked animals. Only in your eyes did I see any balloon of enjoyment. I saw the intense water kiss of love and affection. So, I love you with all my life. I know your limitations. I will erase your limitations with all my love. But me ....
You are making a mistake, butterfly.
Butterfly laughs, I know I'm wrong. But this is the mistake I want to make. Want to live in error. I want to take you to the forest of mistakes, is there anything else to say?
You know nothing about me.
I know everything.
How?
To Babli and Himanshu Da. I even learned about you from my aunt. So not a single negative thing. I'll come to your campus tomorrow afternoon, you'll be on the litchi floor, right next to Zainul?
I have a job.
If not, I'll find you and stand on the street and kiss you a million times. Now the decision is yours, whether there will be or not!
Butterfly cuts the line. Shubh Ahmed is sitting in the room confused. The heart keeps on cutting. I am trapped in the same net! Feeling uncomfortable but not feeling bad. A kind of simple violence paints a picture of youthful insanity on the wall of the mind.
Shubhar spends the night in strange thoughts and there is no way without waiting for the next day of painting. Waiting for someone, especially a lover, to feel sweet, happy at first, in all beings. We didn't have to wait long, the butterfly got off the rickshaw three minutes after the appointed time. Shubh thought he would come in the car. But he likes to come in a rickshaw. Titli comes forward with rickshaw hire. Shubh Litchi is leaning against the huge mature canopy on the floor and watching the butterfly.
This is the first time I saw the butterfly with full eyes, the girl is so beautiful? The girl is a decorated garden.
He rented a rickshaw and stood in front. Holding hands, thanks.
The first touch of the butterfly, the body burns in the forest warmth, thanks why?
You didn't have to bother to find out, you're waiting ... Stay here? Let's go somewhere else ...
Come on.
The two of them huddled in the market for a long time, holding hands. Walking, he entered Suhrawardy Udyan and sat near Shikha Chirantan. Noon, light hot. Less people. The butterfly sits down on the side facing Shubhar, leaning on two legs. His two hands are on Shuvar's lap. The face has moved too close. Even though he came close to such a woman in his life and toggled inside, he was still suffering from hesitation. Again this butterfly moment of the butterfly, in good sweat, looking around.
Why are you sitting like this? Sit next to me.
No, I can't see your face sitting next to me. I want to see your face all the time.
What will people say?
Man I care a little. Happy? Calls out in a humble voice.
Tell me.
Shuvar put his right hand in his chest and said caressingly, I am in great danger. Only you can save me.
What kind of danger?
My marriage!
Marriage? Yours? When?
Butterfly plays with his right hand, pulling his hand out of his chest, as much as the bubble has played. Seeing her marriage, my parents decided to marry me. I do not study, eat, sleep and go around, what is the use of keeping such a girl in the family? The boy has fixed it too. But I will not marry the white devil. Because, I don't love Oketo. I'm stale to you.
I can't think of anyone else but you. Come on, let's get married!
The ban of youth that was flowing in the body suddenly broke the dam and collapsed with a loud noise. What do you say girl, marriage proposal on the first day of dating? Of course, everything is possible for this girl. But what do I do? I came with a job interview, but there is no guarantee of a job. Book covers and illustrations go well on their own. It can be boiled a little. Sometimes it is good to go to the bar and drink. Some money has also been deposited in the bank. But this girl ..
Aren't you talking? Leaving his hands and raising his face with both hands, he said, you are my Ghuddu, I will stay the way you keep me. I will not hurt at all. I will be your good wife. Turmi will draw at home, I will sit and watch. I will make tea when you say so. Of course I never ...
Happy smile in sorrow, do you understand what you are saying? You can't. I'm unemployed. No job. Where will I keep you married? What to eat? I don't have a car ...
I don't need a car. I just want to be with you, by your side ...
Butterfly!
There is a big difference between real and imagined. You are imagining. There is no good reason for me to get married. You forgive me butterfly .... Shubh stands up forcibly. Because of his standing on the brick
After stumbling. The blood on the butterfly's face goes away. No one dared to stand in front. Rather, he wanted to be attached to absolute love. Happy there ...
Looking back. Shubh leaves .. going. He sees. Sitting on the sand. Not tears, but tears of blood. After sitting for a long time, he went home. The next day comes to Shubhar Mess. Mess was surprised to see the butterfly.
Embracing Shubh in both hands, I want you. My world is empty without you. Everything I have is for you. Accept me Began to cry loudly. Everything is going well, marriage. I have to go to Australia after marriage. Believe me, I would have left if I had married before I met you. But meeting you, it seems, I will not live without you, without your picture and without the blue sky of this country.
Unbeknownst to her, Shuvo also hugged the butterfly. And discovers the tiger's energy dependence on body cells. The mind is swaying in love with emotion .... The inner being says, OK, I will also bind my mind with you, all my happiness and defeat.
Sit butterfly.
The two sit face to face. Hand in hand. The wedding took place that evening. Friends celebrate like themselves. The mess room is the living room. A few days later they rented a house and moved up. Small two-room home. Gift one piece balcony. The two go shopping together. Cooks. Both eat. Watching drama in art in the evening. Standing on the side of the road, he eats winter cake with coriander leaves. The butterfly world changes ...He descended from heaven to earth and entered the sea of bliss. The two of them sit on the balcony and have tea and mudri in the afternoon.
Butterflies come from the harem in abundance and enter the world of unearthly bliss. In this happiness of the butterfly, more happiness becomes a good job. After receiving the letter of good appointment, I hugged the butterfly and kissed you one lakh today.
One million?
Yes. You came into my life and the job came with you. You are my queen.
Laughing butterfly, you are my emperor.
At the beginning of the job, it was difficult for Titli to be alone. The two used to talk on the phone for hours. After getting the first month's salary, the two of them bought a TV together. The two of them cook at night and cut the curry. Eats together. Life is so colorful ...
Returning home before evening in the afternoon does not find the butterfly. Looking at the messy bed, one can understand that there is no butterfly. The woman next door said that Titli's brother had brought several people and forcibly took Titli away.
After being brought home, the butterfly made an impossible noise. Father and brother are locked in a three-story room. A few days later, the father and father saw that the butterfly had become very quiet. The body does not have that color. There is no twinkle in anyone's eye.
The restless girl has turned to stone. When the family doctor called Shawkat, he saw everything and told him to return the butterfly to the boy if he wanted to save it.
She loves the boy more than she loves him ..
A heated argument between father and son over the butterfly. Eating a boy in a fight means a lashkar rate. Goes to Shubhar's house. Happy lying in bed long. The beard has grown. There is no food. Khyber brought the army home. Forgive the butterfly for apologizing, good luck
He came home with his wife.
Shubh was found dead in bed in the morning. Butterflies are very indifferent. On hearing the news, the father and doctor of Khyber Lashkar Titli came. The police also come. According to the postmortem report, Shubh was strangled to death. And the butterfly's hand was found to be similar to the killer's hand.
After seven days of observation and talking, Dr. Shawkat, the butterfly grew up in abundance, but he had an emotional and strongly sensitive mind. With that in mind, above all, the artist loved Shubh. As you said, he had a tendency to draw pictures in his childhood. But you did not want to draw. She was forced to study, but after seeing Shubh, her inner mind awoke with absolute thirst and married him with love. The conjugal life that he spent five to six months after marriage was the best time of his life. The happiness that he got from the world of life in Niravaran or in general, that is what is spreading in his mind, was. When you return to Shubhar again
Given, the defeat that has become so far. Butterfly was drowned in those six months after being submerged. When Shubh asked for her husband's love again, Titli felt that she did not know this man. She wants to force her husband's rights.
She could not bear it, she strangled and killed her beloved husband in her sleep. Grief has strangled her husband with her own hands, this cruel feeling is not in the butterfly. He has six months of deep love and pleasant memories with Shubhar. Butterflies have been sinking for six months ...
