The phone has been ringing since I went to the washroom to freshen up, I can't even go with soap on my face. Rubbing the soap and picking up the liner, who knows how the girls make up the makeup after spending hours.
After washing my face, I remembered that my phone stays in silent mode forever, I forgot what ringtone was set, there is no question of ringing so loud as there is no one else at home except me. But I was not at all ready for what I saw when I went into the room.
My boyfriend Rifat is standing in front of me whether he died of fever just seven days ago a couple of years ago. Even two days ago we were arguing about how our marriage would be. He believed that one day he will have a lot of money, the marriage will be pompous. And I wanted the two of them to finish their studies and have a very simple marriage with their family and some friends. But the thing is, Rifat is standing in front of me at the moment, dead or ghost Rifat, which is a matter impossible in real knowledge.
If you look at it a little, you will understand that it is as if a storm has blown over it, ruined condition, messy hair, red rubbed eyes are looking at me helplessly. For some reason, I am not afraid at all. A simple boy like Rifat has nothing to fear, not even Rifat's ghost. In his hand is the little button phone he used, in which any call would actually sound loud, still so.
But I do not understand why he will have a phone in his hand, the mobile phone is not likely to become a dead ghost. Miraculous and miraculous things cannot happen together. Of course, I am not bothering about that, the problem is that he is wearing a yellow Punjabi.
I never liked this Punjabi, once I said it, it never fell in front of me. What does all this mean today? But the first thing to ask is "What's the matter Rifat, why are you reading this Punjabi and coming in front of me again?"
But the thing is, Rifat is standing in front of me at the moment, dead or ghost Rifat, which is a matter impossible in real knowledge. If you look at it a little, you will understand that it is as if a storm has blown over it, ruined condition, messy hair, red rubbed eyes are looking at me helplessly. For some reason, I am not afraid at all. A simple boy like Rifat has nothing to fear, not even Rifat's ghost. In his hand is the little button phone he used, in which any call would actually sound loud, still so. But I do not understand why he will have a phone in his hand, the mobile phone is not likely to become a dead ghost. Miraculous and miraculous things cannot happen together. Of course, I am not bothering about that, the problem is that he is wearing a yellow Punjabi. I never liked this Punjabi, once I said it, it never fell in front of me. What does all this mean today? But the first thing to ask is "What's the matter Rifat, why are you reading this Punjabi and coming in front of me again?"
I didn't have to think for long, he said the first thing himself, "Aru, can I sleep in your bed for a while? I'm getting a lot of sleep. And listen, throw this device somewhere, Budd disturbs." He fell asleep before I could answer. Let me describe my apartment. A room, open porch on either side, with a large dining room with a sofa on one side and a small dining table and kitchen next to it. The apartment was first rented by three people. Close to campus, the rent is low, and this house is the most beautiful. When I got up in the second year, even though I got a seat, neither I nor Sumi wanted to leave the house. Sumi and Tumpa were my roommates. If Tumpa leaves, we stay. I am now alone since Sumi got married last month. The landlord Antio is pretty good. Of course, it is appropriate to say Rushu Bhabi or Apu, not Aunty, not much older than me, this is Uncle's second marriage. One day he was laughing and telling me quietly, if you want another time except in front of your uncle, you can call me sister, it's good to hear. Rushu Apu often comes in the afternoon to talk to me, I can make tea very well. But if you come today and see a boy sleeping in my room, you must not look at it with good eyes. Again I should show someone with Rifat to understand if I am really watching. I was in great danger. I think I should have my own cup of tea to reduce the tension.
When I went to make tea, I got a big smile, maybe it was all my imagination. And after so many days in my imagination or why he will come. Two days later, I was supposed to meet the son of my father's choice. My graduation is over as soon as I give the final exam, then I want to go abroad to do Masters-PhD. But Dad seems to have gotten up to marry me, where I can't imagine a second man in my life without Rifat. Just as it is not possible to give Rifat's place to someone, I am not the kind of person to cheat someone's life with a smile. No one in the house understands this simple matter. Surprise! I lowered the stove with tea leaves. I made a habit of drinking this tea with Rifat, the boy could drink so much tea! I used to have cigarettes in my hand with tea and philosophy all day long. No matter how you look, wearing glasses, this simple looking man is tall. Then how much spring was cut! Together, in separation! Well, to survive, he was never fed tea, will I have a cup today? If dead people can use the phone, then where is the fault in drinking tea?
My idea turned out to be wrong. He has not disappeared anywhere, he is now lying on his back from right to left. The glasses are next to the bed. Sleeping people feel like an angel. Rifat who are you? Ghosts or demons? Is the hallucination so long? But looking at him, it seems that he has not slept for a long time waiting for something, now he has found his desired thing, so he needs a sleep of peace.
I didn't disturb him anymore, I went to the veranda with tea. Well, is the sky a little too cloudy today? Or am I just crying alone? It takes a while for Rifat to return to normal. I woke up that day and sat for a long time holding my hands.
There was no anger or frustration in the tears in her swollen eyes, I didn't understand it, I didn't really know who my man was that day! However, I was not afraid, I was afraid that this is not a lie! I didn't want to know why he came to me after so long. He just said, "I'm so lonely Aru, you know how much I've been looking for you?" Rifat's phone was thrown into the pond next to the house. He thought I might call him, so he didn't expect to receive any phone calls.
The phone would ring loudly and stop again and again. Moreover, he has given up all kinds of bad habits from smoking cigarettes and has reduced his speech more than before.
For the first few days he just looked at my face and said, you tell me. But how can I explain that I got a little dumb myself. I feel very tired when I see this Rifat, he seems very tired. What a thought that comes to mind! Who knows where the man has wandered alone so far. If he sleeps properly for a few days and settles down a little, he needs a lot more rest.
It was going to be a year since the incident. Last night Sumi came to meet the landlord. Mrs. Rousseau avoided the matter altogether, even though she had not been able to rent a flat upstairs for the last one year.
Once or twice as he walked past his own three-story house, it seemed as if the smell of tea leaves was coming from the flat next door, just like Aru used to make it, but he didn't believe it at all. Rushu Apa also felt sad for a while. The girl was very good, what a beautiful smile and story! But sadly, Arunimamar died on the spot after being hit by a moving bike one morning about a year ago.
Appendix:
I have been suffering from amnesia lately, I can't remember many things, how can I forget everything. The house is also very quiet, no one can be seen in the vicinity. While Rifat doesn't have the slightest problem with this, he continues to give lectures on his poetic ideas as before, of which I am the only listener. Full moon in the sky, cool carpet has been laid on the roof, today will be a luxury. Putting his head on my lap, Rifat shows me the crescent of a distant planet, I see the stars under one sky. Where do I remember so much? Let everything be in the mind, let the man be just me! "Every full moon at midnight I look at the sky, What's the point of being homeless? "
Homeless_
