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The expression we express in 12 words is something we have to build on our own effort, some in terms of translation; Not all times are right, lack of power is often wrong. But the black eye does not have to translate anything - the mind casts a shadow over it; The idea is that you never stretch out on him; Sometimes it glows brightly, sometimes it fades faintly, sometimes it gazes incessantly in the light of the waning moon, sometimes it glows in the direction of lightning fast. The language of the eyes of the one who has no other language than the expression of the face is infinitely generous and profoundly deep - in the light of a very clear sky, a quiet arena of dawn and shadow. In this wordless man there is a greatness of great nature. That is why ordinary boys were afraid of him and did not play with him. He is speechless and companionless in the sense of a lonely afternoon.
The name of the village is Chandipur. The river is the sixth river in Bangladesh, according to the housewife, but it does not extend far; The relentless Tanvi works to protect its shores; He seems to have a one-on-one relationship with everyone in the two villages. Laikalaya on both sides and shady high coast; Gramalakshmi Srotasbini self-forgetting fast steps through the lower floor and running in your innumerable welfare activities with a cheerful heart. Banikantha's house is just above the river. His bakhari fence, atchala, gayalghar, tekishala, haystack, tamarind floor, mango, jackfruit and banana orchards - the boatmen - just attract attention. I don't know if the Beba girl is noticed by anyone in this domestic affluence, but whenever she retires from work, she comes and sits on the bank of this river. As if nature fills its lack of language. As if talking on his behalf. The murmur of the river, the noise of the lake, the song of the boatman, the call of the birds, the murmur of the tar - all the movement of the surroundings - the everlasting heart of the girl like the waves of the sea comes together near the shore and breaks.
These varied sounds and varied motions of nature are also the language of the Ba'athists - the language of the wide-eyed Subaru is a worldwide spread; From the grassy meadows to the silent stars, only gestures, gestures, music, cries and sighs. And at noon when the fishermen went to eat, the householders slept, the birds did not call, the ferry-boat was closed, Sajan Jagat suddenly stopped in the middle of all the activities and took on a terrible image, Thakit - in a vast sunshine, and - in a small shade.
It is not that Madhyamik Bangla Sahitya 13 was not a group of close friends. Gael has two cows, their names are Sarvashi and Panguli. They had never heard that name on the girl's face, but they knew her footsteps - her words were a sad melody, the meaning of which they understood more easily than language. They could better understand when Subha was caressing them, when they were cursing, when they were begging than people. Subha would enter Gael, surround Sarvashir's neck with both arms, rub your cheeks close to his ears and lick his body with his lame gaze on him. The girl used to go to the barn three times a day, and there were also irregular arrivals; On the day he heard harsh words in the house, he would come to these two dumb friends at an inopportune time কী what they were from his tolerant melancholy gaze অন্ধ as if by a blind conjecture he could understand the girl's anguish, and Silent desperately trying to comfort.
Apart from these, there were also goats and cats; But Suvar did not have such an equal friendship with them, yet they were quite loyal. During the day and at night, the kitten would snuggle up to the warm embrace of Subha and arrange for a good night's sleep. Among the advanced class of creatures, Suvar Ara had a mate. But it is difficult to determine exactly what kind of relationship the girl had with him, because, he is a language creature; So there was no similarity between the two. Gonsaid's sixth son - his name is Pratap. The lake is very useless. After many attempts, he has given up hope that he will take care of the world by doing the work that he will do.
One of the advantages of useless lakes is that relatives are annoyed with them, but they are almost loved by unrelated lakes - because they become government property without any restrictions on work. Just as there are one and a half homeless government gardens in the city, there are two or four useless government lakes in the villages. They are available at hand only when there is less than one lakh in our leisure work. Pratap's main hobby is fishing with a rod. It is easy to spend a lot of time. It was almost always seen on the banks of the river. And on this occasion he would almost meet Subar. No matter where you are employed, it is better to have glory when you find a partner. When fishing, the wordless companion is the best - that's why Pratap understands the dignity of Subha. That's why everyone called Subha Subha, Pratap and - with a little extra affection, called Subha 'Su'.
14 Subha Subha was sitting on the tamarind floor and Pratap was looking at the water not far away. A curry drink was allotted for Pratap, Subha arranged it himself. And I wish I could sit and pray for a long time, in the corner of Pratap - to give a special help, to do something - to do something, to let the corner know that he is not a less necessary person in this world. But there was nothing to do. At that time, he was praying to Bidhata for miraculous powers in his mind - he wanted to do such a miraculous thing by magic. Pratap would have been surprised to see, he said, so he did not know that our subvira so much power. 'Suppose, if Subha were a mermaid, she would slowly rise out of the water and place a gem on the head of a snake; Pratap kept his trivial fish and took the manik and dived into the water; And in the underworld, on the couch of the army in the silver building - who is sitting? - Su, the granddaughter of our Banikantha's house, Su - our Su is the only princess of that manidipta deep silent Patalpuri. That could not have happened. Is that so impossible? In fact, nothing is impossible, but still Su is born in the house of Banikantha, not born in the dynasty of the peopleless underworld, and Pratap, the son of Gaesai, is not at all surprised. Suvar is getting older.
Gradually he can feel you. It is as if a tidal wave is coming from a sea on a full moon day, filling his soul with a new indescribable consciousness. He sees you, thinks, asks questions, and doesn't understand you. In the middle of a full moon night, he slowly opens the door of his bedroom and looks outside in fear. Can't say A quiet desperate girl stands at the edge of this quiet desperate nature. Meanwhile, the parents of the daughter-in-law are worried. Lake has also started condemning. There is a rumor that he will do it in one house. Banikantha's well-to-do condition, he eats fish rice twice a day, for which he had an enemy. There was a lot of advice for men and women. In a few days, the message went abroad. Finally he came back and said, “Let's go, let's go to Calcutta. ”
Madhyamik Bangla Sahitya 15 began to go abroad. Fog - According to Dhaka Prabhat, all the hearts of Subha are vaporized. Absolutely filled. An indefinite apprehension - for which he had been silent for some time, and his father - who had returned with his mother - looked at their faces with wide eyes and tried to understand, but they did not say anything. Meanwhile, one afternoon, Pratap laughed and said, "What, Ray Su, has he got a groom, are you going to get married?" Don't forget us. He turned to the fish again. As the heartbroken deer looked at the hunter, silently saying, 'What have I done to you?' He did not sit under the tree that day. Banikantha woke up and was smoking in the bedroom, Subha sat at his feet and looked at his face and started crying. Finally, tears came to Banikantha's dry forehead as she went to comfort him. Tomorrow is the day to go to Calcutta. Subha went to say goodbye to her childhood friends in the nursery, fed them with her own hands, grabbed her by the throat and once again filled her eyes with words as much as she could, and tears began to fall from her eyelids. That day is the night of Shukladvadashi. Subha came out of the bedroom and lay down on her bed by the river, as if she wanted to tell the earth, holding this huge dumb humanity in both arms, "You don't let me go, mother." In my opinion, you also hold me by extending both arms.