Nowadays it is becoming more. Marker pen in both hands
I'm standing with.
Well ... just toss! This is a simple matter
Why did not come to mind at first!
I tossed. Black marker. Hmmm ... bad
No. It will be like a day of mourning. Ha ha ha.
I came to the dining room again. In the calendar
Going to mark the day on 26th February
I was very surprised. Exactly that day is red
Mark the goal with.
Who gave it?
Nafiza?
Nato, why would he!
Or is Nafiza suspecting something?
Nah, nothing is going through my head.
Suddenly I remembered the word and laughed
. Today is our wedding anniversary. Nafiza maybe
That is why today is marked.
I have been thinking about everything for so long!
I put the black marker on the red spot
I turned around and drew. Looks a little weird. Let's see.
You just have to leave the marker in two places. Someone
You will never find it.
Take a bath from the downstairs bathroom, freshen up
I came out and saw that favorite face. Nafiza window
Sitting in the chair nearby. Winter morning.
But today is a little sunny. In the dim sunlight
Nafiza looks more beautiful than before.
He is staring at the distant sky
.
"Did you sleep well at night?"
Nafiza glanced back. Small in the face
A smile appeared on his face. The look became easier.
I stared in fascination.
"Yes ... yours?"
"Good."
Nafizar made two cups of coffee from a coffee-maker
Holding a cup in his hand, one in front of him
I sat in the chair.
The baby hugs the cup with both hands like a girl
Nafiza is sipping it little by little.
Maybe seeing me staring at him
He turned to me.
"Has something happened?I pulse the no-indicator head. “You are very beautiful
I feel Nafiza. ”
He lowered his head. A shy smile appeared
In his face. I stared with similar fascinated eyes
.
The same eyes, the same lips, the same nose, Of the eye
The hair of a tree that came in front. I see it every day
Not just today, I am fascinated every day. This is blac
Why does the girl look so beautiful? Unbearabl
What a beauty
I put the cup of coffee down. Nafizar
As soon as he approached, he understood what he meant.
"No ... no ... not now," he said softly
I do not agree. I picked him up on my lap. This
The time is only ours.
I am a happy person. Pretty happy. Pretty happy. Like being unhappy
Nothing happens to me. Maybe
That's why sometimes something terrible happens to me
Is very willing to.
Terrible ... very terrible.
Today is the day to do something terrible.
***
I have discovered myself since I became enlightened
I did it with more than fifty boys.
I lived in a big hall. Together
I ate, slept, read, and even fought.
Everyone calls the place an orphanage.My father
There was a mother. I was unwelcome to them
Children. My condition is a lot of 'no'
Like
Yes, in that sense I am an orphan.
Something very bad about orphanages in Bangladesh
Is thought. Many people think that Many people think that inside the orphanage
There is no plague of rules and regulations. Wrong way.
We have to go through quite strict rules
Would. The food was also good. Every Friday
Meat was arranged. On Friday
The fight was more between us. Food
Quarrel with
At that time Neyamat Ali Huzur was with all of us
He used to beat me with a cane. No more trouble
If he did, he would be punished separately.
Terrible punishment.
This was the horror of our orphanage life
The man.
My best friend while there
There was Abdullah. One day One day the blessing is the punishment of the lord
He fell in love. The result is a high fever at night.
Once vomiting blood. Before nightfall and before dawn
Death before. I was by his side all the time.
When Abdullah died, his hand was in mine
Was caught. What a quiet, silent death he is. I'm scared
I didn't get one. We should have no regrets about that
No. Allah is about death in the Holy Qur'an
Ershad did ... ”
I was silent that day. Just like any other day.
Alim is kept in the orphanage until he passes.
That is until I give the results of the Alim test
I was there. Last day at the orphanage
I get three thousand rupees from the lord.
And before leaving, my lord's favorite clothes
Ironing machine wire and plug line reverse-
Let's change.
The day I left the orphanage was a blessing
Ali Huzur died.
I got a chance in Dhaka Medical.
The position was towards the end. Still covered
Medical!
Everyone's beautiful clothes, dark
I see the house
I was very greedy. I decide
I will be rich one day. Huge rich man.
I was Neyamat Ali when I was studying medicine
The character of the murder of the lord is perfectly written.
I changed my name and sent it to a daily under a pseudonym
In the newspaper. They print it. How to write
It seems to have gained a lot of popularity. Mine
The pseudonym was ‘Murder Writer’. This name is then rotted
In the face of many varsity students. Listen to me
Sounds pretty good. However, I never know my identity
Didn't leak.
Different for practice at the end of MBBS
I had to go to the hospital. My old wish
I wanted to get up with a headache.
Violence. I love violence!
But I ended up being a child
Specialist. In small children
Of
Cold, cough, stomach pain doctor! At the head of year two
I have not completely removed myself from medicine
. All tuition money for seven years, part time
I was a teacher with that money and as a doctor
All the money saved in two years is from the bank
I was surprised to get up! Lots
Money!
I opened a drug store with all the money
Sit down. Uninterrupted leisure. The desire to write old
Woke up. But the book, sitting with a pen
I couldn't even write the line.
I am a murderous writer. My writing is not possible without murder.
That night I went out. Lots of walking
A stop near the Kakrail junction for a walk
Going to sleep small in front of the restaurant
I got a kitten. The cat is white. The cat is white.
However, black spots on the side of the eyes and on the back
There is. Pretty beautiful!
Half of the bricks were lying on the side of the road. I
It is not raised in satisfaction. Without complete emphasis
Gently put the brick on the cat's head
I hit. The cat is scared, strange in pain
He shouted loudly and wanted to run away. At that moment
I crushed one of its legs completely.
It's nice to hear the cat's howl
.
Slowly recovering, I continued to kill the cat.
Absolutely.
I went back and the whole incident in a cold head
I wrote and sent it in the form of a story
To the editor of the newspaper. The name of the story
"Scream".
Seven years later, my writing is very popular again
Hall.I burst out happy. But identity
Didn't leak.
I kill like this almost every night
I used to put someone in danger and then that
I used to notice the man. Then those events
I would write a thorough description. Day by day mine
Writing began to rise to the top of popularity.
I do not believe in fate. But there is no such thing
One thing was too much in me Only two years
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