Cyclones, strong storms in the Sundarbans. Even if people can go safely after hearing the signal, they cannot go as much as the animals and birds of the forest. The beauty is crumbling, the stalks are flying.
A tigress is trying to save her newborn baby. Strong winds, storms are not obeying anything. A stream of water is flowing into the forest on the bank of the river, nothing is obeying, the mind of the tiger is trembling, it is not going to protect itself, moreover the child, a branch of the garan tree came and fell near the head. The tiger is screaming in fear, who is the queen of the forest, who is screaming in fear, there is nothing to do but surrender helplessly to this destruction of nature. Trying to pick up the baby in a big tree, the baby suddenly fell from the mouth in the strong wind and the tree flew away with him without seeing him. Trying to defend himself by losing the baby. But he can't save himself either, when the wind-storm-tide stops, he finds himself in a distant forest. The dying condition stuck in the branches of the tree. But he could not find the treasure in his chest even after running around the forest. In the end, the child died in this tidal wave.
A deep forest by the river Sharankhola, with a narrow road, two Chitra deer, a forest cat, two wild dogs somehow surviving the cyclone and slowly looking for companions. As he walked, he stopped to hear the sound of crying from the nearby forest. Deer says any baby will cry. The dog also said, yes, that's right.
He went and saw a tiger cub, a branch of a tree was crushed and he was groaning after being hit in the leg.
The deer, seeing it, says that the deer is also talking.
Yes, baby tiger. There is no point in saving him. They torture their fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters so much that they do not even have a skeleton.
Chitra agreed to the words of the deer dog.
Bears and rhinos are coming on the way, the deer dog saw the forest cat and said, what are you doing, how to deal with the cyclone, the deer said, the bear brother is alive in any way.
What are you doing there?
Come here, a tiger cub, crying in a dying state.
Tell me, where do I look?
The bear and the rhinoceros came running, seeing that the tiger cub was really crying.
The deer said, if my little boy could not survive in the fierce claws of the tiger. I will avenge my child by killing him.
The bear said, no deer, if anyone is helpless he should be helped, and he is injured in the cyclone. It is my duty to save him.
Hey, keep your duties and responsibilities. The dog shouted, "When we are caught, how many times do we beg the tiger to save us, save us, but the tiger kills us mercilessly and doesn't even bother to eat the meat."
The rhinoceros said, "You have anger in your mind, but let's save him first, then he can be punished. We can't be violent just because the tiger is cruel."
Chitra Harin said, "Look, you don't look good, my head is bleeding."
It's raining outside. Lying in bed, two minds are floating on the raft of memories. The first conversation between the two of them on such a rainy night. Pial was returning from tuition. Suddenly the clouds come closer. Rain with thunder and lightning. He ran and took shelter under the shed of a closed shop. Roop came running there in a daze. Office meetings It was too late to leave the office today due to work pressure. So as the office car was not available, the crowd thought that they would take a bus to this stop and take a rickshaw. But there is no way until the rain stops. We have to wait. Roop is fascinated to see the shy girl's face wrapped in Maya in the light of lightning.
After overcoming inertia, Rupa was the first to say, "Where are you going?" As soon as Pyal uttered the name of his village, Rupa's face shone with happiness. “Hey, your house in Nabapalli. I live next door. I have never seen you before. ” Pial laughed and said, “I used to live at my uncle's house. Now I have been admitted to the college here so I have come home. ” After a while, seeing the rain stop, when Pial was about to move towards the rickshaw stand, Roop said, “I will go down the same road and go a little further. Let's get on a rickshaw. How dark all around on the night of this disaster. You don't have to go alone. I will let you down. ” Piyal could no longer use such sincere use of form.