Probably there are not many houses like this one in Dhaka city.
Old-fashioned Hindu house. There is Tulsi Mancha. There is a small Thakur house. A deep well to the south of Thakur's house. Two statues of lions at the gate of the house.
About thirty years ago, in 1956, the house was owned by Nitya Ranjan Babu. Bulu's father Mizan Saheb bought this house for the price of water. Mr. Mizan was overjoyed to get such a cheap house. It was later found that Nitya Ranjan Babu had sold the house to two people and had taken money from a third person. Mr. Mizan never dreamed that a good-natured fool like Nitya Ranjan Babu could do such a thing.
Mr. Mizan had to do various things to take possession of the house. You have to pay money, you have to go to court. Nitya Ranjan once went to Kolkata in search of Babu. The address was also found to be fake. Mr. Mizan got possession of the house after a lot of commotion but his waist was broken. At first he didn't like the house as much as he liked it. Time and time again it seems that this house is not good, there is something bad here. Boys and girls should not have come here.
The two lions at the gate seem to be alive on some nights. From the well at the back of the house, sometimes in the middle of the night, he hears the sound of sprinkling water. That's not supposed to be the case. Why? He broke the two lions at the gate. The well could do nothing.
The bulls must like this well very much. When they were little, they used to lean on the well and say - two to two. The well would multiply that word and send it back. Later there were many variations of that two-to-two game. It was seen that the well could send the word back in reverse. After a while you can hear the bull saying, lubu-lubu-lubu. Very funny thing. One afternoon Bulu was sitting on the bank of the well, very noisy, stressful, stressful. That word came back the other way around — rotten, rotten, rotten. Bulu's great joy.
This joy did not last long. Mr. Mizan arranged a heavy deck on the well. At one point, the deck also melted away. By then the bullocks had grown up. Bulu's younger sister Veena has planted a tree next to the well. The tree also grew and blossomed in one Chaitra month. Leaning on the harp tree with joy, he cried for a while. Trees probably understand human love. So the next year more flowers bloomed. More of his next year. A lean leaned over the well. Who knows, the tree may also want to see its own reflection. That is why all the trees on the banks of the pond lean towards the water.
On a cloudy afternoon in the month of Sravan, Mr. Mizan came to this house in Kalyanpur with his wife and two-year-old Bulu. Salty-covered house of moss-covered walls, bushes all around. There is a sink on the left side of the house. Dense kachuban around the dobar. A brown snake left the water in front of their eyes.
Farida got up in panic and said, where did you bring it? This is the den of snakes.
Mr. Mizan said, don't talk nonsense all the time. I don't like nonsense at all.
Farida said in a hushed voice, there is not a single house around. Even if the robber is killed, no one will know. You stay outside. I can't live in such a big house with a small child. You send me home.
Mr. Mizan said, if you start talking nonsense again?
How do I stay here?
If you start a big pain on the first day?
Mr. Mizan frowned in such a way that Farida went silent. But his mind was broken. Frightened to see an unusual scene the first night. He came to the verandah to wash his hands and saw a girl standing by the well with a long veil. He shouted. Mr. Mizan said, you have become accustomed to talking nonsense, the moonlight has fallen and you are saying hen ten.
He entered this house on a cloudy afternoon in the month of Sravan. Today is another Shravan month. Twenty-four years have passed in the middle. His family has grown. Veena was born the year after coming to Dhaka. Faridar's body was broken the next year with the birth of another child. The hair on his head went up, his chest ached. The chest throbs at the slightest thing. The pale face turns blue.
Farida suddenly sees the girl wearing the long veil but does not say anything to anyone. Keep quiet Children will be scared when they hear it. What will happen to scare them? Besides, the girl with the veil is not doing him any harm. This supernatural girl comes to mind. Suddenly he left.
Mr. Mizan also occasionally hears the call inside the well. He also did not say anything. Keep quiet He could not sleep at all on those nights. He spent the night sitting on the verandah.
There is nothing left now as much as Mr. Mizan started his life with hope. He could not improve his economic situation. After the war of independence he made some money by trading in salt and onions, with which he started building a house in the empty space in front of his house. The work was stopped before the roof was laid. Two wagons of salt booked from Chittagong reached Akhaura and disappeared. How much haste, how much writing, lawyer's letter, catch it, catch it. There is no profit. There are no laws in the country. Whoever is doing whatever he wants. That experience is very bitter.
Contracted with a friend for a while. In this country people become rich by contracting. He is poor. He was about to go to jail for the welfare of that friend. He sold his ancestral land and saved it with great difficulty.
Mom and Dad picked him up from the country house and brought him here. His father was happily at home in the country. He came here and became helpless. Most of the time he used to sit in Kuatla. When he used to say in a thin voice, where is Anlire Mizan? And where did Bapdhan fall? I stopped breathing. There is no open air.
Mizan used to say in a bitter voice, do you need open air, open air?
The knowledge is empty.
You are in great pain, father. It hurts a lot.
Mr. Mizan's father did not suffer for a long time. Bhadra died suddenly one afternoon in the month. But the life of a girl is like the life of a cat. At no point does he want to get out of life. Mr. Mizan's mother survived. He can't see with his eyes now. There is no power of feeling. The clothes on the body are not right. Bablu, the youngest son of Mr. Mizan, sometimes enters his grandmother's house and shouts, "Grandma is naked, Grandma is naked."
Shout louder than an eighty-five-year-old woman, die, bastard. Bad bad. The devil's devil. Die you die Faridar's body trembled all the time when he heard such insults, but he was not disturbed by his mother-in-law's insults. As if you have heard that if the rabbi of blood relationship insults you, then life will increase.
The eighty-five-year-old continues to prolong the life of everyone in the house. He also increased the life span of not only human beings but also animals and birds. Uncle may be calling a crow. He will curse in a sharp voice, die Hamzada die. While eating rice, a cat passed by, he would shout, dead bastard cat. You die
Mr. Mizan sometimes feels unbearable. "Shut up," he said sharply. His mother said louder than him, "Shut up." You bastard. Tell me shut up. Moore bastard.
Mr. Mizan really wants to die. The family is growing. He can't handle it. Sometimes at night he does not sleep at all. He walked on the verandah. The veins on both sides of the head throb. Honestly, if he dies, his body becomes numb when he thinks about what will happen to this world. He does not want to live, but the thought that he has to live only for the sake of the world overwhelms him. He feels unbearable. Although he felt unbearable, he started his life every day in a clockwise manner. Go shopping, go to the office, come back from the office and peek at my mother's room and say, how are you mom? How is the body today? The old woman said sharply, "You bastard." Rose pretends.
Mr. Mizan is currently the Cashier of Meghna Enterprises Limited. Many of these private companies do business in transport, indenting, chemicals and hotels. He was amazed to see the amount of money traded daily with Mr. Mizan. He does not think how some people in the country are getting so much money. Osman Gani is the owner of Meghna Enterprises. Hot-short people. Age between fifty and sixty. A few beards on the chin. He wears a Punjabi. Gives a little surma in the eyes. He sat up in the revolving chair. He has no bad habits other than frequent drinking. The tone of voice is very soft. Use is also polite. When he met with the office staff, he first said, Slamalikum. He did not say a word to anyone in a loud voice. Yet everyone is restless in fear of him. The source of this fear is not the personality of Mr. Gani — power. Power is a big thing.
Mr. Gani has several offices. He has a favorite in every office. Every day he gives some time to all these loved ones. He called her to his room and told her various stories. Who knows what he tells stories with others but the content of the story with Mr. Mizan is the same. That is the age of Mr. Gani. Anyone will die one day. He wants to do something for the country before he dies. Nothing to speculate about. Something permanent. Mr. Gani, I want to know in a sweet voice - tell me what can be done, let's see Mr. Mizan? Don't tell me about school-college. There will be nothing to teach this nation to read. Think of something else. Needless to say. Think about it. I don't want a name for myself. I want the money to work. Understand?
Mr. Mizan shook his head even though he did not understand. One or two days in a month, Mr. Gani seems to be very worried about the country. Compassion for the country falls on the eyes wearing Surma. He said again and again in a bored voice, think and find something. Think. Think cold head.
Mr. Mizan thinks. But not with the country. Think about your future. Lately he has started to see darkness in his eyes. Bulu could not pass this time either. If he fails BA three times, he will never be able to pass. That is the rule. Those who pass, they do it the first two times. Those who don't do it don't do it anymore.
Bulu could not pass but Veena did so well. Veena did not need such a result. He would have been happy if the two of them had somehow managed to pass.
On this cloudy morning in the month of Sravan, Mr. Mizan is sitting on the verandah with a magazine of results in his hand. Bulu seems to have got the news before. He has not been home since last night. Farida cried for a while and now she is lying in her room. The pain in his chest has risen again.
The harp is sitting alone next to the choir. He also spent a while. There was no need to be third among boys and girls in B, A test. She is not such a good student. Matric received the first division after receiving only one letter. But his girlfriends got four or five letters. Intermediate is also a first division with a lot of difficulty. These also did not work. The university admission test did not allow.
Veena feels very bad for her grandfather. The poor have worked very hard this year. Yet who knows why this is so. Poor straight kind people. Who knows where he is going alone. It would have been a matter of joy if he had failed and passed his grandfather. Dad must have brought sweets. She would close the door in her own room and cry. At one time my father used to say, what is there to cry so much? It is a matter of fate. I have to give it again next year.
The weather would have been easier. Dad didn't have to sit on the water table with his face dry. Fick didn't get in pain. Veena did not have to be alone by the well.
Or would it be strange if they were both brothers and sisters? Would. Both of them used to greet their parents. Dad used to say in a serious voice, "Thak thak salam" is not necessary. Forgetting the seriousness of the words, he must have said in a liquid voice, Farida, make arrangements for sweets.
The harp is looking at the water of the well with one glance. He lowered his face once and said, Nabi, Nabi. After a while the well sounded serious, harp. Harp What a wonderful way to screw people over. An ancient man, whose voice is a mystery beyond interpretation.
Apa, this is Apa.
The harp turned back. Lena is pressing her feet. Veena said, Kiri?
Dad wants tea.
The harp headed for the kitchen. Lena is coming after him. He whispered and said, you are the first sister?
No.
Your picture will not appear in the newspaper?
The harp said nothing. Leena said, where will they get your picture apa?
I don't know. Don't talk so much, it doesn't feel good.
There is no father when he comes out after making veena tea. Someone left to say something. The newspaper was torn to shreds.
Leena said, give me tea, I will eat it.
Veena handed over a cup of tea. He made light sago for Maar. Playing sago reduces the pain a bit. Faridar's pain is not lotus. He began to squirm.
Mr. Mizan returned home in the evening. He has a lot of papers in his hand. Having trouble as cash. Wake up at night to settle accounts. He washed his hands and sat down with the notebook. Farida is fidgeting in the next room - she was not upset at all. Never.
Veena came and said, will you give me tea, father?
He didn't say yes or no.
Veena made tea and put it next to her father. He does not stay close to his father for long. It is very scary. Today is more scary than any other day. The harp is about to go away - Mr. Mizan said in a serious voice, boss.
The harp fluttered. Don't sit down. Mr. Mizan took a small square box out of his pocket and said softly, no.
Veena raised her hand. I opened the box and became fascinated. A golden wrist watch. Veena did not think what to do. Mr. Mizan said in a serious voice, you have done such a good result - I did not greet my parents? Greetings mom!
At night the sky broke and it rained. There is no electricity in the house. A gust of wind. There was only one hurricane in the whole house.
Well.
No.