Almost twelve years later, there is no contact between Bhuto and Ronnie. Ronnie doesn't know how the ghost is, where he is, whether he is married or not. Surprisingly, he doesn't remember the ghost anymore. Today, many years later, while passing in front of Puran School, I suddenly remembered who Bhuto was. The boy's face is still clear when he closes his eyes.

Bhuto means breathless smile, playing on the bench and singing, the face of Som Nath Sar painted exactly in the middle of the class. The last bench was the future of their two friends. Lobadanka in education. Only Gultani and Shaitani. Fertilizer beatings have eaten less? After somehow failing to pass, Mardul Babu Guardian called them.

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Ronnie's heavy father listened seriously to his son's quality. The quarrel ended at home. Yet their friendship remains intact. The other boys in the class said Harihar's soul. As much as he disliked ghosts in Ronnie's house, it was just the opposite. For that reason, Ronnie had a great sense of guilt in his mind. How many times has Ronnie gone to their house without saying goodbye. Bhuto's mother, Bhabani Kakima loved Ronnie very much. He used to cook and feed. Her father worked in the railways, posting outside, coming home once or twice a month. The mother is the son's family. Auntie trusted him for Ronnie's calm nature. He used to say, Bhuto is in a terrible state, you keep watching him, father.

Kakima came to school on the day of secondary result. Bhuto got the second division. And Ronnie Firstdivision. Bhutto was very happy to see Ronnie's mark seat. He also ate hot jellies at the bhajudar shop outside the school.

Ronnie was upset to get more marks than Bhuto, but Bhuto never let him know. Kakima put her hand on her head and said, "It's a big hos dad." Kakimar's eyes were a little wet. Then there was not much time to see him, despite Ronnie's reluctance, his father admitted him to a college in Calcutta.

Ronnie passed the class eleven times from his home in Kolkata. Then he is completely urban. There was always interest in literature. So he went to Scottish College with honors in Bengal.

I heard whispers that Bhuto did not study after high school. Where as a small job. The days that followed were cut short.

After graduating with a BA, Ronnie finally got a job in the editorial department of a newspaper after a few years of tuition, a part-time teacher's job at school, and a little writing. Maine is not bad, and there is a habit of writing a little bit. Many changes have taken place in the family.

Ronnie's father left his ancestral home in Sodpur several years ago. They and their family now live in a flat in Kolkata. Ronnie's elder brother is working in Bangalore in a high quality multinational company.

The elder brother's wedding is ahead. Ronnie and his father came to invite their uncles and aunts to their wedding. Ronnie doesn't have much of a relationship with the relatives of this house in the partner riots. But not even when it comes to marriage. So today the arrival of father and son in Sodpur. There was a grandfather's house in front of the old school.

Ronnie came there to give the wedding card. On the way back, a lot of nostalgia seemed to surround him. One or two of the old friends have contacts on Facebook or Twitter. They are all well-established in life. Ronnie can find out about some of the others through them.

But the man named Bhuto seems to have disappeared from Ronnie's mind. Why haven't ghosts come to mind once in a while? How is it once you meet হয় Ronnie suddenly lost his temper. Bhuto's house is on the other side of the station, in the railway quarters. Although Ronnie hasn't been home for almost twelve years, the address is still vivid in his memory. He came to Main Road on foot and grabbed the car.

Seven or eight minutes down the road. How many times have two friends walked away on a winter's afternoon to talk? Bhutto's choice was peeled nuts in China. The two of them bought a stick and ate it. How much money was in the pocket and then. How about buying nuts in China for ghosts !!

Ronnie laughed to himself. Who knows if today's ghosts eat nuts in China at all. Ronnie was dropped off in front of the Auto Rail Quarter. Large iron gate.

The road covered with green grass has gone inside. A sweet shop in front of the gate, it never was before. The shop is not very big, the glass racks are almost empty.

A young boy is sitting on the floor cutting cashew ice in a rekabi. The rasgollas are a little fresh. Ronnie bought fifteen. Who knows how many people are in their house now. If the ghosts are no more, they are here now. Ronnie was a little depressed.

Nah. He didn't buy so many sweets without thinking. Let's go, let's go without showing. At least one hundred and fifty rupees was wasted in the name of an old friend. Ronnie entered the quarters with the box of sweets in his hand. The inside is almost the same. There are many four-storied houses standing side by side, not being renovated for a long time. Small fields in the middle, covered with grass, big trees on both sides. The inside is quiet, silent.

A couple of children are running around in the field. The haunted house is in the B block. You have to cross it and turn right, there is a water tank in front. That house can be seen. Ronnie entered the dark damp stairs.

A fertilized letterbox on the left. Go up the stairs to the right and left, two flats on either side. The door is closed. Another floor. The flat tie on the left is theirs. There is no lock on the door. Collingbell Tipple Ronnie held his breath. Which is in the forehead.

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After ringing the calling bell twice, the latch opened. The face that peeked out of the doorway was not a ghost or an aunt, but a one-year-old girl in her twenties. Wearing half dirty nightie. He looked at Ronnie with inquisitive eyes. What is the good name of the ghost?

Dhus, I don't remember. Hesitantly, Ronnie asked, is there a ghost? The girl stared at him for two or three seconds. Ronnie noticed that no matter how insignificant the skinny, black collar look, the eyes were quite different, clear, black, deep. It seems that there is a lot hidden in the mind of this girl. The girl left the door and said softly, come inside. Ronnie left his shoes and went inside.

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The room outside is almost the same. A dining table, three chairs, a large sofa, the cover of which is quite old and awkward. Upon entering, the bedroom on the right had a heavy curtain hanging on its door, which was new. That house was haunted. Lying on the bed, they ate a lot of pulses made by Kakima and chatted. Outside, Kakima used to run a sewing machine on a small tool next to the dining table, making a rattling noise. What was the sofa? Roll out the curtains on the side bedroom door. The sound of the ceiling fan running is coming. I mean, there's someone. The girl went to the room to ask Ronnie to sit on the sofa.

Weak male voice was heard from inside, who came? The girl's throat, someone looking for you, never seen before. - Come what may, the male voice is bitter. Is it a ghost's throat? The girl's face at the door again, what do you need with her? The question seems to be rooted in what is needed or can be with him. Ronnie felt quite embarrassed. Why did that trend come to mind here? Hiding his discomfort, he said quite loudly, "I don't need anything, I'm Ronnie, his school friend." That's how I came to meet.

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The girl lowered her eyes and entered the room again. After that no more words could be heard inside. After a while a squeaking sound came from the house, like rolling a wheel. The voice became clearer.

The face that appeared at the door two minutes later, despite many attempts, did not match Ronnie with his childhood friend. A man in his mid-thirties, emaciated and emaciated.

Thinning hair on the head, silvery aura on both sides of the ears, shaved raw-ripe beard, deep black stains on the bottom of the eyes sitting in the hole. Ash checkered fatwa on top of green checkered lungi. Walker is holding the bones with both hands. The girl in the back puts her hand on the shoulder of the emaciated man.

A fatal mistake has been made. Ronnie became restless. There can be no ghost in anything. Impossible. Ronnie tried to force himself up. Get out of here right now. But who seems to have stuck his feet on the floor. Ronnie sat like a doll with a still, silent body.

The half-aged man stared at Ronnie for two or three seconds. An immortal smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Ronnie saw the front yard tooth.

- ‘Uh, if you smile, you are like Uttam Kumar’ - I remembered the words of drill man Arjun Mallick. Fertilizer used to lag far behind. The agile body was haunted, drunk. Fertilizer often advised him to go to the movies. Today, if you saw the manure, the ghost came to the front by pushing the walker. The girl helped him sit in the chair.

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The smile did not match his luck. Ronnie is no longer uncomfortable. Instead, he just wants to burst into tears. Budd feels helpless himself. After the ghost sat down, he extended his right hand towards Ronnie. Ronnie touched his dry weak hand.

That warmth is gone, but sincerity can still be felt. The ghost clenched Ronnie's hand tightly with his own. Eyes closed, a drop of water rolled down his cheeks. That water was reflected in Ronnie's eyes too. Ronnie burst into tears. Bhuto pressed his hand harder.

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Ronnie saw with dim eyes, the girl wiping her eyes too. Bhuto took control of himself and sat straight on the sofa. - Twelve years - no? The ghost is looking at Ronnie, you are the same. There is no change, said Bhuto. Ronio.

- What happened to you, ghost? How come? Ronnie's throat tightened again. Bhuto leaned his head in the chair and let out a small sigh. - Everything is destiny. I was returning home from the office. A minibus hit the corner of Dharmatala. I fell on the pavement. Then he returned to the government hospital.

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Malaichaki is broken. The operation will cost a lot of money. I don't have that resource. So this has been going on for the last seven months. Now I can go back and forth with the walker for a while. The job went off in the middle. Marketing was his job. Tell me what else will happen now. Ronnie was silently listening to the ghost.

That's all. I don't want to bore you with my sadness. How long after you are Eli Ronnie. I feel good today - tell me your news. You are writing well. I read your article every day a few days ago. Ronnie was very surprised.

- You - you know so much? - I know some facts. Like you left Sodpur and went to Calcutta. You left this place a long time ago. Ronnie was burning with a sense of guilt inside. He didn't know anything about ghosts. - I'm always a fan of your writing, you know. I still love one another, Hasal Bhuto. Ronnie told him about his work. Ghosts erupting again. Wow, you're doing a great job, Ronnie. Very good

The girl brought tea and sweets in between the words. When I went home, my clothes changed. Salwar kameez, kind of chaposha. Bhuto said, I did not talk. My wife, eyes. And this is my best friend in school life, Ronnie. Has now become a great writer. Respect in the eyes. He folded his hands and saluted. Lots of big hairy eyes, long braids over the waist. After each salutation, Bhuto said that his mother had married him while he was still alive. -Do you want to stay tired? Aunt Bhuto lowered her head. Two years ago, my mother passed away. Kidney failure. Dad just after passing school. Sudden stroke. It's all over as soon as we get out of here.

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With the withdrawal of my father's PF, Gratuity money from the bank and some prosperity in the family, my studies have come to an end. I never knew I was a good student, but I was trying to be a graduate. By the way, I left everything and got a job in the office of an Aqua Guard with great difficulty.

A little money, a lot of hard work. Still, I was in trouble. Then I got this marketing job four years ago. Then the world was going fairly well. I also got married at my mother's request. Ankhi is the daughter of one of our sub-staff. Family situation is like ours. But the girl is very good. It was good to talk once. Mao loved him very much.

But the rules are big left. Within a year of marriage, the mother's body deteriorated. Both kidneys are not working. It cost money like water then. I tried a lot to save my mother, but I couldn't. I felt very helpless after my mother's death. Anyway, at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first. It was Ankhi's birthday that day, he liked the king's chicken roll very much, I came to Dharmatala to buy it, then what happened - that silent ghost. Ronnie heard the sound of crying. Crying eyes. Behind the kitchen door. The poor woman must have blamed herself for her husband's fate. So much misfortune comes in people's lives? They are spending every moment with so much pain and struggle. Two helpless people. - I tell him, you go away, whispered ghost. Why or how old is he, why would a life like mine bear the burden of sorrow? But he can't go. This formless man is sitting in love, Hasal Bhuto. What a humane smile. There is so much happiness hidden somewhere in the depths of that laughter.

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Ronnie, never realized what the object of lack. ‘Life Struggle’ is just a heavy-Indian word to him in the story, in Upanas. Today, he understood the meaning of that word very closely. When he left, he wanted to lend some money to Bhuto. But they did not take.