Reshma has entered the canteen to have tea

Reshma has entered the canteen to have tea

Reshma has entered the canteen to have tea. It is difficult to find a place in the canteen of FDC at this time - it is empty today. It's not just that the canteen is empty - the whole FDCE is empty. Everyone's shooting is packed up - a boy from the fighter group has died. Shooting stopped for this reason. The canteen manager is sitting with a sad face. In one corner, the old woman Dildar Khan is chatting with an extra - Nani Nani is calling. A teenager dressed in glitter with her grandmother. He is listening to the story with wide eyes. Dildar's gaze is on the girl. Seeing Reshma, Dildar Khan said in a happy voice, this is Madam who has been found. Come on. The teenage girl is looking at him in amazement. Honestly, Reshma is probably thought to be the heroine. Reshma stepped forward. Dildar Khan said in a low voice, give tea to Madam. Give it a whirl. Then madam, what's the news?

No news.

Shooting has started again. Why are you saying no news? This is the big news.

Dildar got busy and took out his wallet. Rangchang took out a card and said, don't take care.

What is it?

Visiting card I printed it. Address telephone numbers are all written.

Well done. Good don't know evil, that's rice in that business. The trick now is to put the visiting card in your hand after saying two words. After a while I will see people meet but not talk. Two of them with visiting cards in their hands that will go their way — ha-ha-ha.

The old woman has finished drinking tea. He said, Dildar brother woke up?

Dildar said, what will happen now? There was no talk. Who is this girl? Your granddaughter?

Hmmm.

Will the picture look good? What's the name?

Jamila.

If you are interested, I will put it in one place - there is no problem. The girl's lips are thick, of course, it does not matter. Being in the fortune is not something to be a heroine.

Reshma noticed. Jamila's eyes are shining. Reshma's mind went bad. Dildar leaned towards Reshma and said, how did you solve the problem of your picture?

I don't know.

Everyone knows. You don't know anything - that's how it is. Don't know the truth?

No.

Then listen to me. That is history.

History is not heard. One of Reshma's production boys has entered the canteen. When he saw Reshma, he said angrily, "Master, look for you."

I was going to get up leaving the silk tea. Dildar said, finish the tea and then go. No matter how great the master is, you don't have to leave after eating. Moreover, the shooting is not happening today. Full FDC packup.

The tea is hot. Not going to eat fast. Dildar said, Madam, eat slowly. The tongue will burn to coal. If you say yes, you can see the black tongue.

The Jamila girl is laughing a lot at this joke. The girl is beautiful. The sign of a really beautiful girl is that even if she smiles, she looks beautiful. Most beautiful girls become ugly when they smile. This girl is not happening. The more she smiles, the more beautiful she becomes.

Went to pay for silk tea. Dildar roared, Madam Khabardar. You are the guest of Dildar. Take care of the visiting card - who knows when it will be needed. You can call after 9 p.m. A lot of times the telephone line is broken - then it will go straight, the address is written.

There are no people on the ninth floor. Packed up an hour ago. People are not supposed to stay for so long. The lights did not move. The second shift will work - so whatever is there will be there. Ajmal Tarafdar will not go home now. There is some work left in the shot division. Get the job done. The trolley shots that were cut are all going to change. The floor has been raised. The trolley is not moving smoothly. The camera is shaking.

Ajmal Tarafdar is sitting in the chair with his eyes closed. He has a headache. A floor-spender is pressing his head. A floor fan is placed just behind his hands. The sound from the fan is more than the wind.

Reshma Ajmal stood in front of Tarafdar. Frightened, he said, Ajmal brother, did you inform me? Ajmal Tarafdar's eyes matched, his eyes were bright red. It is not a disease or the result of waking up at night. His eyes are like this all the time. At first glance, it seems that the eyes have been washed with Alta a while ago.

Ajmal Tarafdar sat up straight in the chair. With that floor-boy head delivery. He told her to bring me a cold glass of lemonade. Not sugar syrup, salt syrup.

Reshma is standing. This man is afraid of her. But the man is good. This man has no notoriety for flirting with girls.

Reshma is your name?

Yes.

Why are you standing? Boss.

There are no chairs or tools to sit on. If you want to sit, you have to sit on the floor. I don't know if the silk will sit on the floor. Ajmal Tarafdar shouted - there is no one here, with a chair here.

He came running with a floor-chair. Reshma feels uncomfortable. No director shouts for an extra girl. What's the secret?

Boss. Have tea?

Yes, no.

Then eat something cold.

Yes, no.

Don't say no again and again. It doesn't feel good not to listen again and again. Who's on the floor, bring cold coke.

Reshma is sitting with a glass full of coke in her hand. Her head is spinning, she doesn't understand anything. Ajmal Tarafdar leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Floor-spending is pulling her hair out.

Reshma.

Yes.

Do you know Mr. Mubarak?

Yes, no.

Ajmal met Tarafdar's eyes. It is scary to see gorgeous red eyes. He said to the eyebrows, do not know Mr. Mubarak?

Yes, no.

Mubarak who trades in ships. There is a textile mill - Mubarak Textiles - the husband if there is anything above the millionaire.

No, I don't know.

Never met him?

Yes, no.

That's fine. All right, let's find out.

I will leave Ajmal brother?

All right, go. Listen, have you been paid?

No, Mizan Bhai said no work was done. That is why there will be no payment.

You will be paid. Get the payment from the office - I'll telephone the manager. Well, I'm doing it now.

Ajmal Tarafdar took out a cellular telephone from the pocket of his cord coat. Reshma's amazement knew no bounds. What's the matter?

Today the manager took out the voucher book as soon as he saw Munshi Reshma. Reshma went to sign and saw five hundred rupees written. As his payment day. In one day he gets two and a half hundred. Five hundred is being given.

Munshi said while taking out money, will you have tea?

This is also a wonderful thing. Munshi, the manager of Bani Kathachitra, is telling you.

Don't drink tea. I have a job. Go?

Yes, well.

He has no job. Since the shooting is packed in his hands all day. Will work in second shift. The second shift started from 4 pm on paper, but the floor manager said the work would start after the Maghrib prayers. There is no point in sitting in FDC for this long time. Mobin brother's mess will leave in a hurry or not? Not going for a long time. This time he is supposed to get messed up. Mobin Bhai is busy in these mornings, afternoons, evenings and nights - private tutoring. The time is leisurely until the afternoon.

I also need to buy a pair of sandals for Mobin Bhai. That condition of her sandals. Some extra money was found. When 6.

He can't decide to buy sandals. His money is going very tight. Four months of house rent was left. Two thousand rupees for that day has gone to rent the house. Even then you can't go to Mobin Bhai empty handed.

There were also cheap sandals, he bought a pair of sandals for three hundred and twenty five rupees. Will be measured. He also bought the previous pair of sandals, he knows the size.

The bus is almost empty. He is sitting by the window. The bus is moving fast. He seems to feel at peace. But there is no peace. He understands that there is a lot of unrest in front of him কেন why did Mr. Mubarak suddenly appear? He assumes there are some different parts of his life. That life has no resemblance to the original life. It is not even associated with real life. That life is not his - the life of another girl, whose name is Tepi. She's not Tepi - she's not Reshma either; He is Mitu. Topi may know a man named Mubarak, he doesn't know.

Reshma got off the bus at Joydevpur crossroads. As soon as he got down, he became Mitu. You need to buy a pack of good cigarettes. The man is so fond of good cigarettes, he can't eat for lack of money. If the world were like this — store-filled things arranged in layers. Whoever takes away whatever is needed, does not have to pay anyone. After buying a cigarette, Mitu thought that there was a key left. The previous time, Mobin had fixed it when he came to his brother. Will definitely buy next time. I don't remember now.

Mobin lives in a house above the tailor's shop. One hundred rupees rent. The house was not plastered - no windows were installed. The open part of the window is closed with corrugated tin. The stairs to Mobin's house are impossibly narrow. No rolling. You have to get up carefully. The stairs are wet and damp because of the rainy season. Mitu is getting very careful. He suddenly thought - what would it feel like to see Mobin Bhai now?

Mobin was at home. He opened the door and stared in surprise. Mitu said, leaving the door. How to get inside if you hold the door?

Mobin said, holding your hand to take you inside?

What's that again?

Those who are very respectable have to enter the house holding their hands.

Am I very respectful?

Of course.

Then take it by the hand.

Mobin left the door and moved away. Didn't hold hands. Mitu knew not to catch. He will never do anything indecent. Mobin said, lifting his legs and relaxing on the bed. Did you have lunch

No.

Then eat with me at noon.

Ugly hotel food? Rubber meat and pulses?

Mobin said with a smile, good food. Tiffin will come to the career.

Where will it come from?

From the house of a contractor. Her eldest daughter will give SSC. I am teaching him English now - I am getting seven hundred rupees per month plus two meals a day. They eat dinner at home - they send the lunch to the tiffin carrier.

You seem very happy about it.

Yes glad. The woman's cooking is impossibly good. What is cooked is like nectar. Aluvarta was made and sent that day. He beat mustard with potato and gave coriander leaves. I have eaten so much rice only with potatoes. Well why are you sitting so hard? Don't relax.

I just sat comfortably.

Bose more comfortably. Bose leaning against the wall.

Mitu sat leaning against the wall. Mobin said, what is your news?

Mitu smiled and said, there is no news to tell. How are you

I have two stories - one good, one bad. Which do you want to hear first?

I have heard better before.

The windows of my house are being fixed, now I can see the sky while lying on the bed.

What's the bad news?

The bad news is that rents are rising as windows are fitted. I can't say how much it is increasing, but it is increasing.

Mobin is smiling. Mitu is looking with fascinated eyes. There is no need to look at anyone for such a long time - it is bad for the one who is looking at. It catches the eye. Mitu rolled his eyes and said, I have brought a gift for you. Tell me what?

Comb.

How do you know?

The last time you came, you saw my comb and said you would give me a comb as a gift. I did not buy the comb in this hope. Comb the hair with your fingers.

Really comb your hair with your fingers?

Hmmm.

But I did not bring the comb. I forgot. I felt like I had forgotten something. I brought you a pair of sandals.

Cigarettes? Didn't you bring a cigarette?

Hmmm.

Let's see.

Mitu took out a packet of cigarettes. Mobin took the packet in hand and said, will you give me a gift even after our wedding?

As long as I live, I will.

What oath?

I swear by the sun and the moon.

In the name of the sun and the moon, people are swearing forever - you take something new.

Tell me in whose name the oath must be taken.

I swear in the name of your favorite thing. What is your favorite

You are my favorite

Think carefully.

I thought night after night, day after day. So now I swear in the name of Mobinur Rahman - as long as I live.

Before he could finish his oath, a nine- or ten-year-old boy pushed the door and entered Tiffin Carrier. Mobin shouted like a child: Eat is gone, eat. The boy is looking with surprised eyes. Mobin said, this boy's name is Buddha. Isn't the name beautiful?

Mitu did not say anything. Mobin is talking just to talk. Happy people talk nonsense. Unnecessarily asks a lot of questions. They do not expect answers to those questions. Mitu feels bad that he could not finish the part of the oath. He would have liked to have finished the oath. What kind of guardian guardian is looking at the boy named Buddha with his hand on his waist. It seems that he will go home and say a lot of things. Mitu said, will your Buddha stand like this?

Mobin said, yes. When the meal is over, the tiffin will go away with the carrier.

Tell him to leave, I will not eat sitting in front of him.

Buddha you go, I'll take you to Sandhebola Tiffin Carrier.

Eyes are forbidding to go to Afner. IG offer shail bad.

Well, I won't go. You will come later and take the tiffin carrier.

The boy is leaving reluctantly. Mitu said, forbade you to go at night, where will you eat at night?

They will send food.

Mitu saw Mobin spreading the newspaper with great interest, arranging the tiffin carrier bowl. There is only one plate in the house. That was given to Mitu. Mobin will eat in the bowl. Lots of arrangements - fried eggplant, fried fish, salted beef, two kinds of pulses. Mobin said happily, their dal cooking is amazing. I'll take you to that woman one day. Pulses will learn to cook. If you write the recipe on paper and pen, nothing happens, you have to learn it by hand and pen. Will you go with me one day?

Let's go.

Taste the branch a little - tell me if it's great.

Hmmm, awesome.

This woman effortlessly earned a Ph.D. in cooking pulses. Degrees can be given.

Why?

I saw.

Mitu did not answer.

I don't know.

No.

Whatever.

Why?

I don't know why?

Why?