The grandfather of our post office is very fond of telling stories. Wherever he was, in the meeting room, at the invitation, he opened the storehouse of his stories. Sadly, his treasures are very small — so many bound stories, that's what he turns around and runs everywhere. But why do people like to hear the same story over and over again? Listening to Barababu's story, people no longer smile. But the old man's enthusiasm did not diminish at all.
That day, he suddenly collected a new story from Kotha and told it to the Mukhujjad Majlis. The story is very small but still everyone got it by paying attention to Barababu. Grandpa didn't understand that, he thought the story was very relevant. So, two days later, sitting at the invitation of Jadu Mallick's house, he told the story again in a very stylish manner. A couple of people who had never heard of it before, got quite a bit of it. The old man thought the story was good.
After that, he told the same story again in the rice of the doctor's son with great enthusiasm. This time no one but the doctor heard the story and laughed, no, but the old man himself laughed and giggled.
Even after that, when he told the same story in two or three other places, some of us were shocked. Bishu said, “No, I can't stand it anymore. Barababu says we have been suffering for so long — but the enthusiasm for his story is not diminishing. ”
Two days later, ten or twelve of us were sitting and talking, when a huge statue of Barababu appeared. We said, “Beware today! No one will be able to laugh at his story! Let's see what he does. ” As soon as Barababu sat down, Bishu said, “No, Barababu, how is it nowadays? He used to tell all the funny stories. Where are you nowadays, how are you? ” The old man was deeply offended by this. His story doesn't freeze like before, he didn't like it at all.
He said, “But? Well, Rosso. Today I will tell you a story that will break your pulse with laughter. ” Saying this, he started a story from his meager capital. But what if the story is told? None of us agreed to smile — we all sat on the wood. Bishu said, "No, this story is not good." Then the old man told five or seven stories from his capital one by one. But then everyone's face became more serious like an owl! Then the old man got angry. He said, “Go! You don't know how to smile বোঝ you don't understand the value of the story you want to hear the story again! Hearing this story, the inspector laughed and rolled up to him that day বে will you understand all this? ” Then one of us said, “Is he a big boy? Do we know how to smile? What did you say? Think about how many times I laughed when I heard your story. Nowadays, your stories are not so open - where can I laugh? After all, do we laugh when Bishuda tells a story? What did you say? ”
The old man laughed and said, “Bishu? Does he know the story again? Hey, he's stuck in his mouth to say two things at once, will he tell the story again? ” Bishu said, “Awesome! Didn't you hear my story? ” We all cheered and said, "Yes, yes, tell me one." Bishu then became serious and said, "There was only one king." Hearing this, four or five of us laughed and said, "Hey, what fun, what fun! One was the king! Ha ha ha ha. ”
Bishu said, "The king has three sons."
As soon as we heard it, we laughed together so loudly that Bishu himself was startled. Everyone laughed and rolled over on his lap — someone said, "Please Bishuda, and don't smile anymore" —Someone said, "Bishubabu, save me, it's too much." Some of them looked as if their stomachs were locked with laughter.
The old man, however, sighed bitterly. He said, “All this is the work of Bishu. ছে Has taught everything in advance. Otherwise, what is there to laugh about, Bapu? ” Saying this, he got up, growling angrily.
Since then, the grandfather's ability to tell stories has diminished. Now and then he does not sit back and tell the story of laughter.
Aowsome really