The boy sitting next to me in the bus probably went to madrasa. I was drinking water when I took the bottle out of the bag. The boy looked somehow. I asked, "Will the brother drink water?"
She said to me with a shy face, "Yes Khamu."
After eating quite a bit, he said to me, "Will you give me all the water?"
I smiled and said, "Okay, take it." Suddenly, the boy turned around and said, "Didn't Grandpa tell you to drink water? Take this water. Give it to Grandpa too."
Looking back, I saw two old men sitting numb. There was a lot of love in the food.
I said to the boy, "Brother, will you eat oranges? Do you have a bag?"
He said, "No, no, brother. I don't care."
They all went down to the front stop. I saw clearly how carefully the little boy got down from the bus. There is so much responsibility in such a small boy. The eyes closed.
I'm going to my sister's house. I didn't buy a bus ticket. Don't buy a ticket. They take cash. However, I was in a big danger. With his hand in his pocket, he remembered that the money was in the credit card. There will be no rent with rent. What a shame. What will happen now? The bus will stop in front. What will I do? The whole bus will not stop for me. My head is shaking. The language of the people in charge of the bus is very disgusting. God knows what to say.
"Listen to that."
I looked back. A girl who looks very handsome. Most likely fall into honors. He said to me, "Why are you standing like this and shaking your head? Any problem?"
I mumbled and told the whole story. He said, "I'll give it to you later. Hehehehe."
But from you .....
"You are a good person. It is a matter of good fortune to be able to benefit good people. You will develop your father's number later."
Kisab seemed to happen so soon. I paid and got off the bus.
Prachanda pressed number one. I went inside to finish the work. I washed my hands and came back to the stop. I have to take a rickshaw. It's about eight o'clock at night. I got in the car with a lot of jumps. I didn't notice anyone sitting next to me staring at my face for so long. That girl. He looked at me as if.
I was surprised and said, "You don't really have to benefit. Why did you follow me? This reward for the benefit?"
Surprising me even more, he sat down on a stump.
Seeing the girl's trunk, I became dumb. He called his father and said, "Tell my father and brother that a boy has followed me to the stop with the man."
I said, "Sister, I didn't follow you."
He surprised me again and said, "I know you're not that stupid guy."
"Then why did you tell your father all this?"
"Don't be afraid. Oram nothing will happen."
I'm staring. I don't understand why he is doing this.
"What are you thinking about this mosquito?"
"No, Apu, I'm not thinking of anything."
"You don't have to say these things. You must be thinking something. I wanted to say something to you on the bus. Well, I'll tell you later. Then tell me where to go?"
"I will go to Shantipur."
"Arabbas. Why go there?"
"Why?"
"No, I mean whose house?"
"My sister's house."
"I haven't seen you in this area before. Well, Jagge."
Suddenly the girl told the autodriver to stop. The car stopped at a market place. A middle-aged man is selling phuchka next to it. The girl got down and called out to me, "Aye namun please."
I feel like. I didn't get off. And that is the danger. He approached me and said, "This is the one who will come down. Or stay still. The brothers are coming. Hihihihi. Don't go down. I am not afraid to go to Shantipur either. I am not a kidnapper or their companion."
The market seems to have a lot of people around. I got courage. And so I got off. The girl asked the man to make another plate. The man made it and gave it to me. I had to start eating after the pressure. However, I have rarely eaten such a good fluke in my life. It was as if I forgot the questions of fear and disorder in my mind.
After a while the auto started moving again. This time the girl asked me, "How did you like to eat that?"
"Yeah well."
"Just good?"
"Not much better."
"Yes, it's very good. I can't go without eating it if I go this way. I like it so much, what more can I say ....."
The girl wanted to shake hands. His hand hit and attacked my chin.
"Sorry sorry sorry. I don't like it. In fact I am like that .......".
"No, nothing. I'm fine."
The girl became silent once more saying sorry. Dark night outside. Mooseball area. It wasn't too late but still quite quiet. There are not many other cars on the road. However, I first understood that the driver of this car is known to the girl. That is why I was scared. But since the girl became silent, that fear is no longer working. Repeatedly it seems like "Nah, this girl can't be bad."
It's like the wind is blowing across the road. Somewhere along the way, it seemed that ghentu flowers were blooming The strong smell was on the nose. The moon has been sleeping behind the clouds ever since. I stared at the girl through the small mirror in the front of the car. There is a small light in the car saying that there is a light. I don't know if there is a problem with my vision. I was quite surprised and fascinated. Why does the girl look so magical? Extra magic. How silently he is looking at the front like a doll. The dolls that are hidden in the crowd of many decorations are just like that. I want to talk to myself now. But I can't. After much thought, I said, "Well, what did you say?"
The girl jumped up. He said to me, "Really, will you listen?"
"Yes, please. If you say so, call your father first. Don't do that."
"Hahahaha. I wanted to see your scared face so I hit it off. I didn't call my dad. I just acted."
I had both anger and pride at the same time. What a strange daughter's father. I said, "Well, tell me the story of the bus."
The girl immediately became silent again. He looked at me with a kind of magic. I also saw water in the corner of my eye.
I couldn't say anything. I remained silent again.
After a while, the girl said, "I'll tell you. I won't have peace without telling you. But never tell anyone. Talk about it. It's in my life."
I promised and noticed. How the girl changes in a moment. He is talking softly now. It was as if a lonely song was hitting my ear last night for tears. What a strangely beautiful man and man's neck.
The girl said to me in a soft and melancholy voice, "Do you know many trivialities of girls in life?"
I looked at the girl's face and asked, "Why?"
The girl looked at me and said incessantly, "I have been disliked about sixteen times. I understand the situation. My father's condition was very bad at the time. Although I did not want to get married, I did not resist my father's wish. It was a few thousand times more difficult for my parents than it was for me. It was a shame for my father to stand in front of me. I really wanted to talk to my father but I understood how my father had become. It was not a matter of limitations, it was a matter of giving money, sometimes marriages would break up, sometimes I would not be afraid to think of myself as a product, however, then my father decided not to marry me anymore. He looked happy, but the next day he had a relationship that was not to be abandoned. He was the son of a very aristocratic family. They had no greed for money. He wanted a girl, then he would be a good girl. Dad asked if I would marry him. I agreed not to look at my father's soft words but to see his smiling face soon. The potter comes to see me. We lived in Tongi then. The pot's home is in Mohakhali. I also saw the boy for a moment. Looked pretty good, seemed in the dim light. However, marriage in this way is quite right. Dad also borrowed some money. But suddenly one night the boy called me and said he can't get married She loves the other one and they will soon run away. I did not understand what to say. But perhaps the service I suffered the most. I felt very helpless. What beautiful people do not do 6 Anyway then start your own path. After overcoming many obstacles, I have to make myself stand out. Now I live in Dhaka. Teaching in a private school. Dad, mom, brother at home.
Well, the real thing is not said. The last boy I talked to looked like you. I suspected in the bus. Hihihi. Tell me, is it right? "
The girl may have said the words jokingly. But it was no longer interesting to me. I became very quiet. Coincidentally and somehow the fact is that I am that boy. I didn't see that girl very well that day, so I didn't recognize her yet. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. And I also had a man like mind. Whom I trusted. Whom I loved with all my heart. I wanted to share my life with that man. We wanted to escape. But no one knows what happened next. When I left Mohakhali, I told him I would run away with him. He didn't do it directly to me. It is not possible for him. But when I broke up my marriage, he said he would run away with me. Simran was the daughter of a rich family. The father wanted to marry his friend's gambler's son so he told her to run away. But today he said, he will do that marriage and I will do my marriage too. I was surprised. The whole world seemed to lie. Feeling very helpless in the false magic of love. The chest wall was tearing.
I couldn't stop him. I could not adopt that girl again.
I just thought that if I hurt someone, I really understand that I have to get hurt. Then I thought I would never get married again.
Then the day passed in many ways, in many ways.
I haven't been to my sister's house for a long time. Suddenly I thought let's turn around once. And today, coincidentally, I met that girl again on this journey. In fact, the world is round.
The girl looked at me a little more seriously and said, "What's the matter, why are you silent?"
Asking the girl calmly made me feel like I was in trouble. I couldn't say anything. I just said, "Why didn't the guy who called you that day want to say anything but 'yes'?"
The girl said "How do you know I didn't say anything?"
"Yeah I know a lot. Said from the end and said 'you'll be careful' isn't it?"
The girl was shocked to hear me. He looked at me with wide eyes. As if in a moment I could see his changed form. I could see more clearly that his whole body was trembling. I don't know if it's anger or joy.
But suddenly the driver broke our beautiful moment by shouting. He said that if you want to go to Shantipur, you have to cross this haor, but the way the wind has started, it would not be right to go without houses in the vicinity of the front road.
We both said there would be no problem.
But the problem is. After going some distance we noticed a huge storm started. As if everything would be blown away. At least it's sure to blow up the car. We all got out of the car. It was like a small house next door but there were no people. I went there and got up. I left the car on the side and turned on the car lights.
The surroundings are very quiet, quiet, uninhabited. The storm has started all around.
One thing, however, I noticed in a strange way, was that such a fickle girl suddenly became silent. The two of them stood side by side in silence.
The driver next to him lit the bidi with great difficulty. And the two of us stood side by side in silence. I couldn't say anything to anyone.
After a while I asked the girl myself "Are you not married?"
"No."
"Why not?"
He said, "I don't know the answer to that question myself. Well, you were supposed to run away, weren't you?"
I said, "I wanted to live the wrong way in the wrong man's dream. Isn't it better to move away from his life in the right way?"
"You mean?"
"I don't mean to run away. She's doing someone else's house now. And I'm just as lonely as I am."
The girl is looking at me. He said, "Are you really that man?"
I said in a soft voice, "Truly that man is me. This man disregarded you one day and left. Forgive me."
The girl remained silent and did not say anything.
It seems that there was a loud thunderstorm somewhere nearby. Suddenly the girl came very close to me, grabbed my hand and then released again. Then he took a little more distance than before and stood up. I wanted to ask, 'Are you scared?' But I could not say anything. The weather continued to get worse. The storm started with great speed. The wind is blowing with a hissing sound, the black clouds are rushing. As if it would break around and be smashed to pieces right now.
I was looking at the sky. But suddenly I noticed that the girl was standing very close to me. As soon as I looked at him he said "I'm so scared."
I said, "Are you really scared? You're not a scared girl."
He said nothing. He came a little closer and stood holding my hand tightly. I did not say anything. However, it seems that a complete understanding of a half-broken life was created today on this stormy night, in the courtyard of the road in the middle of this desolate quiet land. I am grateful to this night, to this path, to this storm.
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