Exactly in the afternoon, when no one is anywhere, when the occasional call of an unknown bird comes from outside, the occasional squeak of a central plastic brush with the spokes of a rickshaw or van or bicycle passing by the road is heard occasionally, or the bell's trumpet , When the dusty leaves of one or two of the remaining trees of this barren Calcutta sometimes flutter in the wind and fall on each other with a rustling sound of joy, the sudden sound of a jingle song on a tape attached to an auto is like a faint sight seen through a train window or Unable to hear the sound of silence, just at that moment, another Surma called Surma while she was having a sad lunch in a closed room on the seventh floor. Shakes hands, shows temptation, says, Come Surma, look how happy. Look at how many people here, how many friends, your school, college, childhood, your parents, your unborn child, your friend, Your Aruni, look at all here. Another surma went on saying the same thing in his head. Come and see. No one will know, you come and go in silence once. By pleading, pleading.
Sometimes, on special two days in 6 months, on those days when Surma can't get those gestures out of her head, she can't avoid the invitation, on those days and at noon she goes down from the bed to the edge of the mirror. The reflection falls in the mirror, all bewildered upside down. These days, the landscape hanging on the opposite wall casts a shadow on this mukur. Animesh brought this to the auction with this proof-sized mirror, from the auction house on Park Street. Next to the picture is a reflection of the door of Surma's house, but not exactly the opposite. Surma thinks she is here, she is supposed to be here, in this Arshinagar. But how to go to Arshinagar? He hurried, and from the mirror another Surma called out, Come, come, Surma. You see, there's no dirt, no anime, no impersonal mechanical love acting with anime in the middle of the night. There is Aruni here. Come on Surma, come on. Surma hears this call every day, like Nishi's call, wants to go, but doesn't know how to go.
Even today, since then, another surma has been calling him in whispers. Surma couldn't stand it anymore, she stood in front of the mirror. Another Surma asks, Surma will come, will you come here? He becomes intolerant and says, I will go, but what? How do I get there? Another surma says, straight, you come to my place, I am in your place. But how, how can I go to you? Another surma says, you can, if you try, you can. Try hard. In the mirror of Surma, in the shadow of another Surma, Mamtamayi speaks Mayahat. Then he puts his finger on her, gently removes his finger from there and brings her to the old landscape, then brings her to the closed door of his room.
Surma's chest heaved. He realizes that the shadow of the door of his house in Mayamukur has fallen, but this is not the door of his house. Behind that door is his Arshinagar. With a thorn in his side, he gets dizzy, he understands, the door will open with a little push, then, then what will happen?
Surma closed her eyes and pushed the door, realizing that the door had opened. Fear and can't open eyes. While bathing in the pond, if you are silent by dipping in the water, like the sound of crickets in the ears, and the head becomes heavier and heavier, so does the head of the surma become heavier. Then when the sound became unbearable, Surma opened her eyes. He was standing on the streets of Kolkata at noon.
Cars were moving on the road, people were walking, trams were running with trembling bells, a black car was passing by playing jingling songs at high speed. Surma started walking towards the front. The roads seem to be moving backwards as fast as video forwarding. Suddenly Surma looked up and saw him standing at the corner of Dalhousie, in front of Animesh's office. Animesh's office on the third floor. Import Export's business. His office across an entire floor. Twenty-five to thirty staff. Surma has been here twice before. Surma got up on the second floor with the elevator and pushed the glass door written Tirupati Traders and entered inside.
Inside, everyone is doing their own thing. Surma entered, no one looked back. Beara Ratan, who was sitting on a chair outside the cabin written by the managing director, seemed to have not noticed him. Ignoring the red light, Surma thought before pushing the door.
Inside, Animesh is kissing her secretary Rituma's lips with one mind, her left hand is moving around arbitrarily on Rita's short blouse with wax slippery back. The thumb and forefinger are pressed from time to time, the hand touching the necklace of the precious pink pearl. The right hand is sometimes holding Rituma's arrogant chest, sometimes or abdomen, and sometimes her dense buttocks. Animesh is sitting in the chair and Ritama is leaning slightly forward. Gradually he crouched down in front of Animesh. By this time, Ritma had blocked Sumna's gaze, Surma had a faint hope in her mind, maybe she would see that the person in front of Ritma was not blind, although the blue ring was clearly visible on her index finger. But as Ritma sat down, the obstacle was removed, and Surma saw that Animesh was clearly sitting in a deep embrace with his eyes closed.
Surma looks very objectively at the current happening. There is no doubt about his role in the drama that is being played in front, although he seems to be far above all this. Quickly time passes, he looks at Animesh with Animesh's eyes, waiting to see when Animesh opens his eyes. There is also a little joy, thinking that let's not have to be Animesh's painter anymore. Reluctant intercourse will continue even if you don't do it anymore. She waits patiently for Animesh's eyes to open.
At the extreme moment Animesh makes a muffled sound. Her eyes widened, her body trembling rhythmically a few times. The eyeball expands and contracts rapidly to keep pace with it. Surma sees it as clearly as if she is standing next to him. Once Animesh takes a deep breath and closes his eyes again, Ritama is busy wiping her face with a handkerchief in her right hand, and then, just then, Surma realizes that they can't see her.
Impossible revenge, which is born out of the feeling that, even after that, when Animesh returns home, he will have to sleep in a bed, Surma reaches the side of the table, picks up the six-inch fruit-cutting knife on the table and puts it on Rita's neck. In the middle of two vertebrae. Then, ignoring the startled Animesh, he comes out. Ratan, meanwhile, heard Ritma's screams and opened the door and went inside. Animesh is sitting in the chair in a daze, the top of his pants is open, Ritma is lying there with her face covered, she is definitely dead. Blood is dripping from his neck and Animesh's pants and expensive carpet are getting wet. A thin stream of blood descended on Rita's pale, momentarily appealing open back, turning the dark red color of her blouse dark red.
Surma came down the stairs to the forest of Calcutta. The whole thing seems like a nightmare to him. Where to go, who to go to the road to the father's house. Reached Jadavpur in no time. He turned right from the Eight B bus stand and walked for five minutes to reach the front of the house effortlessly. The old one-storey house is locked. Dark, the door is covered with spider webs. Surrounded by weeds. It's been almost three years since my parents died, and how can they be found here? With a sigh, Surma left for Aroni's house. Aroni, who said she would not live without him, whose father did not marry her because she did not have a job. Divya, Aroni is alive. The names of Aroni Sen and Shreya Sen are shining on the nameplate of the house. Only Surma is dead. Now at noon, Aroni will not be at home, but he has a wife. Surma is enjoying the worldly happiness that she is supposed to get. One day, long ago, it seems, in the last birth, Surma had left college, with Aroni, there was no one in her house that day, in that room, in that bed, is Shreya and Aroni now - Surma doesn't want to think anymore. - What is Shreya after you? Surma laughed hee hee. Just as he opened the gate and stepped in to enter, a sweet child with two braids ran up to the verandah, telling me not to be cursed, not to be cursed. In the back is a tall woman with a water bottle in her hand, apparently Aroni's daughter and wife, Shreya. Had it not been for the abortion of hatred on Animesh, Surma could have had such a child today. Surma looked at the innocent face of the child and began to cut the sadness a little bit. He goes back to his own or Animesh's house. Is Shreya and Aroni in that bed now- Surma doesn't want to think anymore. - What is Shreya after you? Surma laughed hee hee. Just as he opened the gate and stepped inside to enter, a sweet child with two braids came running to the verandah, telling me not to be cursed, not to be cursed. In the back is a tall woman with a water bottle in her hand, apparently Aroni's daughter and wife, Shreya. Had it not been for the abortion of hatred on Animesh, Surma could have had such a child today. Surma looked at the innocent face of the child and began to cut the sadness little by little. He goes back to his own or Animesh's house. Is Shreya and Aroni in that bed now- Surma doesn't want to think anymore. - What is Shreya after you? Surma laughed hee hee. Just as he opened the gate and stretched out his legs to enter, a sweet child with two braids ran to the verandah, telling me not to walk, not to walk. In the back is a tall woman with a water bottle in her hand, apparently Aroni's daughter and wife, Shreya. Had it not been for the abortion of hatred on Animesh, Surma could have had such a child today. Surma looked at the innocent face of the child and began to cut the sadness little by little. He goes back to his own or Animesh's house. Today Surma could have had such a child. Surma looked at the innocent face of the child and began to cut the sadness little by little. He goes back to his own or Animesh's house. Today Surma could have had such a child. Surma looked at the innocent face of the child and began to cut the sadness little by little. He goes back to his own or Animesh's house.
This time a seven-storey flat in his house. As usual, Surma saw him pushing the door and the door closed. The bell rings, but no sound is heard outside the door. Not knowing what to do, he stood silently. At that moment the call of the crickets came back on his head. As the sound grew louder and louder, he opened his eyes and saw a square hole lit up in front of him. Seeing that there was no other way, he stepped into the cave, and then he looked at the stairs and saw many more surmas coming from all around, ten, twenty-innumerable. Before they could arrive, the entrance to the cave was closed, and Surma looked ahead and saw her bedroom through a transparent curtain. Is he lying there, Surma or another Surma? He just doesn't understand. However, he understands that until Surma comes here, he is a prisoner in Arshinagar. Standing in front, he continues to send messages to the other surma, Come on, come on Surma, look how happy you are here! There is Aruni here, not Animesh. You are here, you are not here. He kept whispering, and Surma, or another Surma, squirmed in bed. Finally, who knows how long after, another surma or surma someone comes and stands in front. As if his throat is floating from afar, I will go but how can I go? This surma says to another surma, try, you will be fine. Try hard, Surma. Another Surma closes her eyes and starts touching Surma's body in Arshinagar, then at one point her hand comes down from Surma's body, pushing an invisible barrier next to it and removes it. Then the other surma is this surma which is all the noise. Another Surma or Surma one came and stood in front. As if his throat is floating from afar, I will go but how can I go? This surma says to another surma, try, you will be fine. Try hard, Surma. Another Surma closes her eyes and touches the captive Surma tenderly in Arshinagar, then at one point her hand comes down from Surma's body, pushing an invisible barrier beside her. Then the other surma, this surma, who is all the noise. Another Surma or Surma one came and stood in front. As if his throat is floating from afar, I will go but how can I go? This surma says to another surma, try, you will be fine. Try hard, Surma. Another Surma closes her eyes and starts touching Surma's body in Arshinagar, then at one point her hand comes down from Surma's body, pushing away an invisible barrier next to it. Then the other surma is this surma which is all the noise.
Suddenly Surma sat up in bed. There is a knock on the door. Severe pain in the head. Surma somehow got up and opened the door. Work girl Monju is standing outside her bedroom very excited. As soon as he saw Surma, he whispered that the police had come. Saying, grandpa or go has been arrested.
Surma says to Manju in a calm voice, let them sit down and drink water, I am going. Two minutes later, Surma entered the living room and asked, "What happened to Animesh, officer? Why did you arrest him?"
When Animesh was jailed, Surma got a unilateral divorce on the charge of adultery within six months. He just took the mirror and painting from the flat and went to his father's house. Then he waited there for another surma's handcuffs. That handcuffs never comes, never comes. The gates of Arshinagar never open, never open. It is very difficult to say whether Surma who enters Arshinagar will come back.
Anyway, Surmara is pretty good now.
Nice article