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Song of darkness -8 Dermatologist Professor Barua said with a smile, it is nothing. A kind of fungus. Inferior unicellular plant. Mr. Borhan said, brother, take a good look. I have seen it well. These fungi can spread in many places. Human skin is a good place to breed. I am giving an ointment to be applied on the skin after bathing. Alik said, will it be cured? Of course. How long does it take to fertilize? This is seven days. It may take ten to fifteen days for the stain to match completely. Alik said, "Do you see the doctor well?" Professor Barua became a little serious. If an MRCP doctor is often asked if you have seen well, then he should be angry for a very good reason. Mr. Borhan looked at his daughter and said, "Mother, go outside and I will talk to her." Alik said, speak in front of me. You have nothing to say in front of me. You will say the mother's words, right? Yes. Tell me. And if you find it difficult to say no, then I say no. Mr. Borhan went silent. He is really uncomfortable talking about his wife. Alik waited for a while and said quite simply, "Doctor, there were the same yellow spots on my mother's skin, then they turned black." The doctors here said nothing - a kind of fungal attack. Gave medicine. Nothing happened. The medicine was changed — nothing, the scars began to grow, the pain began. We took my mother to Britain. From there to Johns Hopkins Hospital in America. The doctors said it was an unknown skin disease. The mother died of this disease. Professor Barua is looking. Mr. Borhan said, "Do you still think that the spots on my daughter are due to fungus?" Of course. I haven't seen your wife so I can't tell you what happened to her. I saw this girl. I prescribed medicine. Well, you don't have to buy medicine, I'll pay. I have samples. You will arrive in seven days. Will definitely come. I will come. What are the prescriptions given to your wife by the doctors? Not supposed to stay. I can find out. Alik said, "Doctor, if my illness seems so easy to you, then why are you fighting for my prescription?" I'm not looking for your treatment. I am looking for my academic interest. Is your name khukhi Alik. See you in seven days. As soon as he came out of the doctor's chambers, Alik said, it was only four-thirty. Dad doesn't want to go back to my house. Let's go for a walk. Where to go? Is there a shimul tree anywhere in Dhaka city? I want to see a shimul tree. Shimul tree? Yes. Shimul tree SilkCottonPlant. I read a wonderful poem about Shimul tree. With the sound, the beeches burst and then the cotton floated in the air and spread around, really, Dad? I can't say my condition is like yours, Shimul tree has not been seen. Or I do not know what happens. Do you know what time the cotton comes out? I don't know. Let's go to the Botanical Garden and find out. Dad doesn't want to see the trees in the garden. Arranged trees in the garden means pet trees. I want to see wild trees. Then you have to go to the village to find out. Let's go. Today will not be. Let's go tomorrow. Today you will drop me off at a place and go home. I may or may not return at night. That means. If I want to stay, I will stay. Whose house? Harp house Wouldn't you mind if I stayed up all night? Why object? I'd rather send a car at ten o'clock at night, if you want to come. If you don't want to come, I will send the car back. Dad, you don't have to send a car. Don't be afraid, I will not leave alone at ten o'clock at night. Mr. Borhan dropped the girl off on the main road and said, "Mother, start taking the medicine tonight." I will. Starting tonight. The harpist had come to the house only once before পর after so many years it was impossible to find that house without an address. The city of Dhaka is becoming new like a snake. Alik was completely puzzled. Before, the village was a feeling, now it is a very urban area. Only the road did not change much. The road is recognizable. If you don't know the name of Alik Veena's father, you could ask in the shop or in the landi which is the house of such and such a gentleman. Young boys could be asked if they knew the names of any of the brothers of the harps. Now that's what he can ask. Which is the house of harps? A tall girl like Farsa, Farsa has passed BA this time. The boys in the neighborhood must know where the beautiful girls live. No one knows. Probably there are many beautiful girls in this neighborhood. And all of them live in a house where the owner of the house is a lawyer. Everyone says that she is a beautiful girl — is she talking about the daughters of the lawyer? Move to the three-story house on the north. Alik remembers that the house of harps is one storey. The house has a nice well. A flowering tree on the bank of the well. I don't remember the name of the flowering plant, but it is a white flower that smells very light. Alik walked for about an hour. He is not feeling tired even after walking for an hour. It's fun. Closer to feeling a kind of challenge. He decided to look for it before the sun set. As soon as the sun goes down, the lawyer will go to the house. Seeing his beautiful daughters, he would call his father from that house and ask him to send a car. When there is a lawyer, there must be a telephone at home. Alik didn't have to wait until the evening আগেই before that a boy with a beard and mustache came and said, are you looking for a girl named Veena? Alik said, who told you? I heard in the tea shop. Come with me. Why go with you? You look like a thug. The bearded man laughed and said, I am Veena's elder brother. My name is Bulu. What is the proof that you are his brother? If he didn't have a beard, he could recognize it. We all look the same siblings. Is the harp at home? Yes, there is. Do you know the home of the lawyer? Which lawyer's house? Who has many beautiful daughters. I don't know. What is he, you do not know? Everyone knows. Come with me. I know. বসে Sit at home for a while and then go with you. Bulu stared in surprise. He is surprised to think that he has an acquaintance with such a girl. Bulu started walking with the girl. Why do you have a full beard? Bulu smiled and said, I have failed the test and left my beard. I didn't know I had to keep my beard if I failed the test. Interesting. You either have a beard. What do we girls do? We have no way to keep the beard. Can cut hair. Not bad. You spoke quite neatly. Why are you limping? Is your left warranty short? Thorns on the left leg. I knew the thorns were in my throat. The feet also swell. Yes. Do you walk barefoot? Bulu's idea is that the girl has scars on her head. A healthy normal girl would not talk to a stranger on the back of such fluent words. Surprisingly, he knew such a funny girl with a harp but he never told them about this girl. Neither Ukil Saheb nor Ukil Saheb's daughters were found. Huge lock on the gate. Alik said, let's go. Is your home too far away? No, not far, near. The tea shop that can be seen behind him. It would have been better if we had gone a little farther. I'd love to talk to you. Wanting to talk. Bulu chuckled. What does this crazy girl say? Alik smiled and said, why are you so scared? You don't have the habit of talking to girls, do you? After listening to my little words, you have the idea that I am in love with you. Listen, let me tell you something urgent. Girls over twenty are very calculating, they don't fall in love with anyone. Not a boy with a beard and mustache. Bulu said in a normal voice, I can shave my beard if you want. Alik was silent for a few moments and startled everyone around him. Khil laughed at the sound. For a long time he did not smile with such deep joy. Good thing you know the English of the Shimul tree? Yes, no. I don't know English of any tree. Just know the tree is the tree. Cotton seed tree is the English word for shimul tree. Have you seen the shimul tree? Why not see? The thorn in my side is Shimul thorn. What did you say? Shimul thorns burst my condition. Wow nice. What a wonderful communication. Bulu stared in surprise. She doesn't understand what this girl is talking about. No. Farida is very embarrassed that nothing was cooked at home at night. Hilsa fish curry was a little in the afternoon - you will pass the night by dragging it. Thought - now you can not think what to do. Veena came in a gap and said, mother, she wants to stay here for the night. Farida was surprised and said, what is the need to stay the night? Wanting to stay, how can I not stay now. What is the need to stay? Her head is not right mother? How is your friendship with such a bad girl? She is a very good mother. If you don't mix well with him, you won't understand. I don't need to understand so much. Now that's what your father is talking about. If you do not shout. Where will he sleep? He says don't sleep. Sit on the edge of the well and talk all night. Is the girl really crazy or not? Farida just can't dislike the girl. Mixing in simple normal posture. As if it were his own home. Mr. Mizan returned home at around 8 pm and was surprised to see a beautiful girl wearing a veena sari. He looked at Farida with inquisitive eyes and Farida flinched and said, Veena's friend, the girl's mother is not there. Very sad girl. Tonight I came to stay with Veena. You will not be angry. Mr. Mizan was surprised and said, Veena's friend - one night I will be angry, why? What are you talking about? Farida fell into discomfort. Call the girl. Farida was going to call Alik, Mr. Mizan said, I will talk later. What food and drink have you arranged? There is nothing in the house. Do something. The mind of the harp should not be a horse. Why is he turning his face black? I'm afraid if you say something. Why should I say something? Can't a friend of my daughter come to my house one night? Will I be angry at this? What do they think of me? Mr. Mizan was very upset. Bulu was sent to the market with money. If anything is found. He went himself and bought curd. Meals are provided on the verandah. Mizan. Mr.'s wish is that everyone should sit together. Alik very simply came and sat next to Mr. Mizan and said with a smile, uncle they are all so scared of you. Why? Everyone is sitting, except for the two dishes on either side of you. They are so afraid of you, don't you feel bad? Mr. Mizan surprised everyone and said, I feel bad mother. Sounds too bad. Veena, you come, boss next to me. Veena became numb and sat next to her father. Mr. Mizan looked at Alik and said, you will come and stay here one day mother, how? Today you just have to eat rice. I am very ashamed. The night was wonderful. The sky is clear. Millions of them have exploded. Nice breeze. Two girlfriends are sitting on the floor of the well talking. Alik is doing the story, listening to the harp. I understand that I am thinking of writing a big story without writing poetry. I have come to tell you that big story. What is the end of the story is good. I don't understand that. The story begins with a girl as old as me. Excellent a girl, beautiful, intelligent, full of life. Suddenly the girl found out that she had a terrible illness. He has a life span of about six months. How did it start? Very common, there are millions of such stories. Very tragic start. My story is not like any other. The girl in my story took the matter of six months of life quite simply. Decided to enjoy life as much as possible. The girl has no sexual experience but she wants to know what the matter is. Veena said, I started talking nonsense. Shut up. Why would it be bad today? The thing that is so talked about all over the world, so much interest, so much curiosity, if a girl is going to die. What is wrong with wanting to know before? Isn't there a matter of decency? What is the decency of the girl who is dying after two days? All right, Dad, you tell me your story. Do you know what is difficult now? The problem is that the girl does not understand how to satisfy her curiosity. He can't tell anyone else, brother, will you please sleep with me tonight? The harp laughed. Alik said that from the outside the girl looks smart enough but in fact she is a shy girl and a very good girl. Veena said, this is your story? Hmmm. The story will not be with him. You better continue the poem. Alik sighed. Veena said, why are you so upset? I do not understand. Sometimes it happens to me. I was upset for a while. Isn't he? Veena laughed and said, I am upset most of the time. Sometimes the mind is good. The two of us need each other. Alik said, let go of all these nonsense, listen to a poem. Your writing? Not written by W. Marikh. Great. He did not die in the night, He did not die in the day, But in the morning twilight His spirit passed away, When neither sun nor moon was bright, And the tree were merely gray.

Song of darkness -7 How quiet it is around noon. Farida lies on the verandah to get a rug. Bablu, Leena at school. Veena sat in the quatala all afternoon and read all the books. The only vocalist in the Sunsan silence is Veena's grandmother. Although at noon his throat went down into the ditch. He muttered in a monotonous voice. There may be some sleepy melody in that muttering. Faridar fell asleep while listening. Even today I fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of knocking. The gate is closed from the inside at noon. The group of beggars. After a while, he got annoyed and left. The one who came today is not going anywhere. After being silent for a while, Farida said again in an annoyed voice, "Look at the harp." They are in great pain. Veena was writing a letter. There is no one to write his letter. But after being unemployed, I know why he just wants to write a letter. He is writing today's letter to Malvi. He has no such feelings with Malvi. Yet Malby is his only girlfriend who suddenly writes him a long letter. A letter came from Malvi yesterday. Her marriage has been fixed - a long letter informing this news. The son is the Cultural Secretary of the Chinese Embassy in Bangladesh. Suddenly the marriage is over. Malbi has to leave the country. When I went to write a reply to the letter, I know why Veena is feeling a little upset. He closed the book and went to open the gate. Nowadays it is dangerous to open the gate at noon. Who hurriedly entered. Veena said, who? The answer came in a soft voice - I am the harp. I'm bullshit. Dad at home? Veena opened the gate and said, what are these things, grandfather? Where did you escape? Dad at home? No, Dad is not at home. The same situation is yours, boo boo. Bulu smiled shyly, is the house a little cold? Will you stand here and gossip, or come in? What happened? I have become Maulana Sahib. What kind of pressure has been seen? Farida said from inside, who are you talking to harp? Who? Grandpa came, mother. Farida sat up. Didn't understand what to say or do. It's been so long. Running away in fear, shouldn't I say something of comfort as a mother? Or will he also see anger? Will you lie down the way you did with your face serious? Bulu came to the verandah. Farida was startled. What a look the boy's face filled beard. Is there such a long beard in 28 days? The hair seems to be tangled. The face is dry. Farida said, what happened to the legs, why are you limping? The thorns are broken. Mom, Dad's anger has decreased? What will I do if I don't get angry and run away again? Bull smiled shyly. Faridar was very happy to see the smile. Oh poor thing. He said softly, people do not fail the test? If you fail, you have to leave the house? No one fails three times? Farida said, where were you? I was towards the village. Veena gives him bath water. Give me soap. Veena's grandmother is shouting bastard is coming? That bastard, come here. Bulu is sitting on the bank of the well to take a bath. There is a harp next to it. Veena said, dirty grandfather filling his back. Give me the towel, rub it. Don't take it. Don't give up. How is the body so dirty? Iski getting dirty. Grandpa, give me more soap on my head. Bulu said, I did not understand your result for the first two days. Seeing his own condition weakened. I saw your result on the third day. I was so happy to understand that tears came to my eyes. I wanted to dance with you in my head. Not even once he came. I was not afraid of my father. Not afraid now? Doing. I will eat and drink and escape again. You have done enough madness, grandfather. Farida herself fried an egg for the boy. There is nothing to eat. What was the smell of small fish curry. There are also a few pulses. Mom, fry a dried pepper. Farida fried a dried pepper. Bulu is eating with so much interest. Who knows where he has been for so long, what he has eaten. Mr. Mizan returned just before dusk. He washed his hands and sat down with a cup of tea in his hand. Farida said, Bulu has come. He said nothing. Faridar thought he probably hadn't heard. Farida raised her voice and said, Bulu has come. Mr. Mizan said in an annoyed voice, how many times will you say one thing? Good thing. What do I have to do now? Do you have to sit on your lap? Didn't say anything. Very scared. Mr. Mizan got up after tea. Farida said, are you going somewhere? He did not answer. He went out with an umbrella. Tears welled up in Leena's and Bablu's eyes. Today is Thursday, the day to sit down with Dad's books. Once out, it feels like you won't be sitting anymore. Bulu ate at noon and fell asleep, waking up that evening. He lay down with a feeling of fever and fever. The left leg is tingling. Veena entered with a cup of tea. He had come a few times before. Bulu did not see the sleeping call. Bulu said, father did not come? Came, went somewhere again. Say something about me? No. Need to leave. Dad should say goodbye before he comes back. Grandpa, don't talk nonsense. You have done enough. Eat the big ones. Why are you just drinking tea? I was wandering in the village, I understood the harp, I saw a lot of things. I had the idea before that we feel the poorest. I understand eating only rice. Just rice. Nothing to do with. Did you write poems about them? Bulu said nothing. Smiled shyly. There is an enthusiasm in Bulu to write poetry every few days. He does not show any poem to anyone, but he knows the harp. You m. Do not read the harp? I don't know. Dad is not saying anything. What is there to talk about? Which is admitted. It would be nice to say MA side sister. M. This thing is different, isn't it? I know what. If I could pass MA, I would do mastery in a college in the village. Would have been fine. Bulu took a deep breath. Veena said, go to the saloon and shave your beard, grandfather, it looks awkward. Take this. Veena raised a note of five rupees. Bulu raised his hand and took the money. His hands are completely empty. Wanting to smoke. The habit of smoking has gone to his village. Bulu does not get any money for hand expenses from home. He collects the money for a small tuition through a private tuition. Last month's salary was not taken from them. Bulu decided to go once tonight. The student's father will not be found if he does not leave before 8 pm When he got the money, he decided to buy some presents for the harp. What can be bought. Mr. Mizan was too late to find Rahman's house in Shantibagh. Alley inside alley, alley inside it. Seeing the condition of the house that was found to be found, Mr. Mizan fell from the sky. One floor of a two storey house. The condition of the house is such that it seems that the whole house will collapse immediately. Dustbin in front of the front door. Flies do not usually fly at night but flies are buzzing here. You can't stand the stench. He wants to run away. As soon as he knocked on the door, Rahman came out and said in surprise, "You sir." How are you Rahman. Yes, good. I came to see your baby. How is he? It's good, sir. He is not at home, he has gone to his great uncle's house. In the traveling house. Come on in, sir. Mr. Mizan entered. I was upset to see the decoration of the house. What a situation. A few wooden chairs in the living room. A checkpoint in one corner. Carpet A pillow with wireless oil on the floor. Sir sit down, I called my wife and brought her. Rahman's wife is impossibly thin, a girl with a girlish appearance. She has changed her sari. Patbhanga sari is swollen. The girl touched her feet and greeted Mr. Mizan. Mr. Mizan became very unprepared. Rahman said, my sir. Chinu told you about him. Mr. Mizan said, I said you are fine. My eldest daughter is your age. Of course you would say uncle. Of course. Is your eldest son back? Mr. Mizan said, yes he is back. You also know about him. Yes, he said. He tells me everything about the office. Rahman came out wearing a shirt. Feel free to buy some chess. Chinu is sitting on the bench and talking. Such is the state of the house tor. Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally. My own house is not in very good condition. Their condition was not very bad, uncle. The land was good. The rice of the year used to come from the land. All has to be sold. Raising two and a half lakh rupees is not a straightforward thing. Landed house, all my little jewelry is gone, still pay ten thousand rupees. But I have no regrets. Nothing is bigger than human life. Isn't that right uncle? The boy is fine. That is it. One of my cousins ​​wanted to pay but did not take it. His self-esteem is very high again. He will not treat the boy with the next money. Said uncle, people like us do not agree with such words? Why not? Definitely agrees. No one in the office came to see such a big problem. You have arrived. He was very happy. He is a little happy. Mr. Mizan remained silent. Rahman came back with food, two sweets, two singara, four salty. There is no tea in their house. Chao has come to the kettle. The boy that Bulu teaches is in Adabar. The boy falls in class four. Wise boy. He doesn't have to say anything more than once or twice, but handwriting is bad. What Bulu used to do was write four or five pages of handwriting every day. There was no benefit in this either, the handwriting remained as it is. Bulu was very upset when he came to this house. A new master is teaching the boy on the verandah. Looks like a tough kind of master. As soon as the boy looked at Bulu, Master Saheb gave a stern rebuke. The boy's father was at home. He came out and said with a dry face, "I don't know where you have disappeared." At the end I left a new master. Well done. The master is also good. Strict type 6. Strict master is good. You feel like you owe some money. Let's see once next week. Let's calculate. Bulu sighed. One month's salary left. A little bit of money, what is the calculation? Sit down and have tea. Yes don't stay Come once next week. Will be leaving on Wednesday. Bulu said nothing. The pain in the left leg has increased considerably. The gentleman said, what's the matter with the beard? It didn't matter. Well let's go next week. Mr. Mizan met Bulu near the gate of the house. Mr. Mizan stared for a while. Bulu thought — he must say something. He said nothing. Two people are standing nearby. But no one is talking to anyone. After some time Mr. Mizan said, why did you keep the beard? Bulu did not answer. He stood with his head bowed. What happened to your legs? Why are you limping? Bulu remained silent. Not talking that, forgot to talk? Bulu thought Dad would tell him to come back from the salon with a clean beard. He did not say that. Bulu. Yes. I don't want to see your face. Wherever you went. Shall I leave now, father? Mr. Mizan went into the room without answering this question. Bulu did not understand what to do. Will he leave now? Or wait a day or two? Bond looks tired. Will Dad let him stay tonight?

Song of darkness-6 Who is it? Bulu no? He is drinking tea with his head down. Check Hawaiian shirt on. I also have a cigarette in my hand. His face is not visible. The back is visible. Mr. Mizan stopped. Restaurant with Kalyanpur bus depot. Bakha boys hangout. There is one of them - very bad. Whenever he sees a girl wearing a school dress, he will say something. Something nasty with which to mix jokes. As soon as the talk is over, everyone in the restaurant will laugh together. Bulu is sitting in this group? Not exactly believable. Bull is not such a boy. However, no parent knows their children very well. Mr. Mizan may not even know. They are known until a certain age, then they don't go away. Mr. Mizan waited. Let the cigarette in Bulu's hand be finished. It is very sad that Bulu has taken a cigarette, but Mr. Mizan did not feel so sorry. Who knows the reason. Maybe he was afraid Bulu would not be found. Of course he did not think in such a conscious way, but there is a thing called subconscious mind. That mind secretly thinks of many things. What will he say to Bulu? Say in a loving manner, let's go home. Or say in a cold voice, go home. Will he return home with Bulu himself or will he go to the office in a simple manner saying that he will return to Bulu. As if the boy was not seen after a month. Or even if there is such an incident, there is nothing to give importance to it. As soon as Bulu dropped his cigarette and got up, Mr. Mizan was startled - not Bulu. Choyade is a kind boy. There is no resemblance to Buller in appearance but he has been thinking Bulu for so long কি what is the reason? What is the reason for the shirt? Bulu also has a shirt like this. Brown shirt. Mr. Mizan got on the bus. His face is worried. There must be a lot of boys in this town wearing brown check shirts. Would he be wrong to call all of them Bulu from now on? He got a seat by the window. Sitting by the window on the bus makes you feel better. Not happening today. On entering the office, waiter Ajit said, Sir Afan's son is returning? Mr. Mizan did not answer. This one has suffered. Everyone in the office will ask once if the boy is back. No one is interested in whether Bulu has returned or not. But everyone asks. It's like a routine job. Are you ok A sentence like this. The questioner asks as usual. It doesn't matter if it is good or not. As soon as he entered his room, Mr. Karim of the next room came with a cup of tea in his hand and said anxiously, "Did you get any news?" If the waiter does not answer the question of anyone in the class, he can answer the question of his colleagues. Is to pay. Mr. Mizan said, no. What did you say? Didn't it become like a month? Yes. Relatives, friends have searched for them? No. Need to do, then keep a GD at the police station. Time is bad, nothing can be said. Mr. Mizan remained silent. He doesn't like to talk about the boy but there is no way. People have to talk more about unpleasant things. Mr. Mizan. Yes. Don't worry. No worries. At this age, boys run away from home. My own nephew did this. Cousin's son. He disappeared from the house in anger. For two months he did not find any advertisement in the newspaper, advertisement on the radio was very noisy. And what kind of rumors. Once the news was found that he had died in the launch. Understand the situation, my sister is getting fit frequently… .. Mr. Mizan tried to pay attention to the file. The mind is not sitting. Not feeling well. Nothing looks good. Having a subtle pain in the head. Mr. Mizan. Yes. A GD needs to be kept at the police station. Moreover, it is a civic duty. The OC of Mohammadpur police station is a part of my distant relationship. He said I will take it. Mr. Mizan did not say anything. Mr. Karim said, you can go after office holiday this afternoon, will you go? No. The conversation might have lasted a little longer. Mr. Gani called. Mr. Gani seems more serious today than ever. Serious and worried. He does not smoke but today he has a cigarette in his hand. Khuk khuk is coughing by pulling in an unaccustomed manner. Mr. Mizan said, Slamalikum. Walaikum Salam. How are you? Yes, good. Sit down, Mr. Mizan. Mr. Mizan sat down. Mr. Gani said, have you thought of anything? Mr. Mizan stared. Mr. Gani said, I did not tell you, I want to do something in the public interest. Money will not be a problem. Keep that in mind. Understand? I can. Have tea. Mr. Gani rang the bell and spoke of tea. His cigarette was extinguished, he said holding the cigarette, I don't smoke cigarettes. Someone left a packet. I caught one. Now my head is spinning. Well, good thing - caught the mess? You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh? Mr. Mizan remained silent. Mr. Gani said, we need to modernize the accounts. I wonder what it is like to have a computer for accounting? What did you say? I don't know all that, sir. I don't even know myself. Days are changing. We have to change in the same way. What did you say, right? That's right. I talked to two or three computer owners. Do you know what they say? They say that if the account was in the computer, the problem that you have today would not be the problem. Yes sir. What is the kidney disease of Mr. Rahman's son in our office, do you know what happened? It's better now. Alhamdulillah. Didn't you have a kidney transplant? Yes. His wife donated a kidney. Good. Good. Very good. I thought I would go see it once. Find out where the house is? Home in Shantinagar. All right. Let's go once. Where is the operation? In Madras. It's a huge expense. Three lakh rupees has been spent, sir. That must happen. Treatment abroad. If it is three lakh, it has hardly happened. Have some tea. The tea is getting cold. Mr. Mizan finished the tea. While having tea, Mr. Gani talked about the country, the politics of the country. Mr. Mizan said just before he got up, I took your papers home. Couldn't see better. However, it seems that there is a problem of two hundred and eighty five thousand rupees. Isn't it? Yes sir. Think about it. Money is not big - what is big is happening. Mr. Gani did not answer. His telephone rang. He is busy with the telephone. At one point he said to Mr. Mizan, well now go Mr. Mizan. Mr. Mizan usually sits in his chair and eats lunch. Went to the canteen for lunch today. This office does not have staff to run the canteen. There is a separate room. Tea and biscuits are available. Mr. Mizan sat for a long time in a corner of the canteen with a tiffin box. Mr. Gani. Very intelligent people. Any fool can understand that he is trying to match two by two. Mr. Mizan did not think why it was so late to understand this matter? Mr. Rahman has been in the cash section for six years now. Absolutely uncontroversial people. Didn't talk to anyone. Work silently. Occasionally he sits down with his head pressed in his hands. This is when his migraine pain starts. Acute and excruciating pain. His fair face turned red. Sweat accumulates around the eyebrows. If someone says - what's the matter Mr. Rahman. He said - nothing. No one knows how long his pain lasted, but he was seen to start working again after a while. During this time he drank water very frequently to quench his thirst. He feels very helpless. Mr. Gani has called his secretary Majnu Mia. Majnu Mia is feeling very uncomfortable for no reason. Whenever Mr. Gani calls him, he thinks that this time he will say, you have nothing to do with work, so it doesn't make sense to just support you with salary. You say goodbye But Majnu Mia wants to work. He knows the pain of sitting in the office from ten to four without work, let no one else know. Majnu Mia. Yes sir. How are you? Yes sir good. Someone dropped me a pack of cigarettes here yesterday. I used to find out. The packet must be returned. Majnu Mia was stunned. Who has given up cigarettes, how will he find out? Is it possible? What's so significant about a pack of cigarettes? What can't? Majnu Mia started scratching her head. Mr. Gani said, I think it is very easy to get out. No one in this office sits in front of me and smokes cigarettes right? There will be someone outside. You don't know who came to me yesterday? There will be one of them. Find out, then take the car with the packet and say there is less of a cigarette here. I ate. I am very ashamed of this. Can't tell? I can, sir. Take the car. Yes, well. Mr. Gani took out a drinking can and put it in his mouth. He called home. The groom's son-in-law picked up the telephone. He holds the telephone close to his ear. He kept saying, "Hello, hello, hello." He put down the telephone. It is time for prayers. Pray. He asked for ablution water. There is water in the bathroom but he does not use that water. He used the water of the pond for ablution. The water is stored in drums.

Song of darkness-5 Alik's class was eleven-poetry class. Ted Hughes' Thought Fox will be taught today. At night he fell once. I thought it was quite wow. Beautiful poem. Till with a sudden hot stink of fox It enters the dark hole of the head. The window is starless still: the clock ticks, The page is printed. What will be the Bengali? Suddenly a feeling of poetry entered the poet's head. What a strange way to feel. It's like a nocturnal fox. The fox enters the dark hole with the strong smell of its skin. Feelings of poetry are generally considered to be heavenly, but this poet did not give a strange analogy. He spoke of the pungent odor of the fox's skin. Does the fox really have any smell, no, this is also the poet's imagination? Moyna's mother brought tea. Frightened, he put down his cup of tea. He said in a weak voice, Afa will go to Eyes University? Yes, I will. Well Moyna's mother, did you see the fox? Moyna's mother stared in surprise. Didn't you see the fox? I see Afa. What is the smell on the fox? Where are you from? All right, you go. Alik became upset. He is twenty one years old. But he sees the fox. No. Are there foxes in the zoo? If there was, I could see it once. Telephone at the zoo or see? Alik left for his house with a cup of tea. So Mr. Borhan came face to face. Alik's father Borhan Saheb has been shaking his head lately. His hair seems to be much younger as his hair suddenly turns shiny black. A feeling of being young has come back to haunt him. Now he is wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt. He smiled and said, My dear mother, how are you? I'm fine. Dad, where are you going as a young man? Mr. Borhan was embarrassed. He said in an unprepared voice, is the shirt too much? Became childish? Something has happened. Looking ugly? Hmmm. What can I say - it seems to me the color of soba. This color can be worn at the age of forty-eight. Forty-eight or fifty. He's sorry. Forty-eight in Matriculation Certificate. I know why the age of the paper always seems to be the real age. Alik looked at his father with sharp eyes for a while and said in a light voice, why did you suddenly think of reducing your age? Do you have any other plans? Mr. Borhan was shocked. He is one of the top secretaries of the Bangladesh government. He can handle any complicated situation with a cold head. Some of the common stories about him have got the status of proverbs in the Secretariat. One of those stories is the time of President Ziaur Rahman. The meeting of the secretaries is sitting. The President came in and saw Mr. Borhan with a cigar in his hand and said in a cold voice, throw away the cigar. Mr. Borhan said in a simple manner, why sir? I can't stand the smell of cigars. You have to endure a lot to work together, sir. Just as you can't stand many of us, we can't stand many of you. Yet I remain silent. Which of my points do you disagree with? You also wear sunglasses when meeting indoors. Mr. Ziaur Rahman took off his sunglasses and put them on the table. Mr. Borhan dropped his cigar. The meeting began. Mr. Borhan is a smart man. Smart from toenails to head hair. Yet he sometimes feels helpless to his own daughter. Doing this right now. Alik wants to know - do you have any other plans? He should answer it very simply. But he can't pay. It is not possible to avoid the question - do not go into hiding with Alik. He knows very well that this crazy type of girl is as smart as him. Mr. Borhan said in a lifeless voice, I will talk to you about this later. All right. We can talk tonight. OK. Father and Daughter, Close Door Talk. Why are you so nervous, Dad? I know what you mean. You can still talk if you want. I have time. My class is at eleven. Looks like I won't do this class. What will you do without class? Stay at home? Yes. What do you do sitting at home all day? I don't do anything. Don't you have friends There is one. Sometimes you can't talk to him? I don't know his address, father. What is he? It's not right to say I don't know. I knew at one time. I also went to their house one day. Her grandmother told me, you bastard. What a message to talk like crazy. That's right, Dad. Looks like I'm going crazy. Mr. Borhan stared in amazement. His mind went bad. Not enough time is being given to the girl, more time needs to be given. Lots of time. How about going somewhere with the girl? Will the leave be available? The sound of the telephone woke up Alik. The great aunt's daughter Shi called. Shike doesn't like Alik again. Which means it's about to be the most delusional time of the year, as well. Something that no girl has done before. The difficulty is that such new things are not easily found. It is not a new thing to wake up at night in Shalban and see the moonlight or drive from Dhaka to Tongi in a car with a fake beard. Hello alik how are you Good. Sleep or not? Yes, I am sleeping. Talking while sleeping. VAT Fazil: It has been an exciting thing. Introduced to a vagabond. Introduction to Car. Wanderer. In your English literature it is called Vagab. Come on, I'll introduce you. Now sitting at home. The beard is itching at the moment. Batter again has a long beard like Rabindranath. Shipra is not interested in getting acquainted with Vagabond. But not what you think. English Vagabond. Vagabond is Vagabond, whether he is English or Bengali. Alik, you don't understand, this guy is a character from Dostoevsky's novel. Do you read any of Dostoevsky's novels? How are the characters in the novel? I don't like to chat with you. I'm bringing the guy. If you look into the eyes of the batter, you will go crazy - sky blue. But I'm leaving. Many nights Mr. Borhan entered his daughter's house and said with a smile - did any foreigner come? Alik said, yes. Too many stories? Yes. Can chatter too. The whole world is spinning. Or went to Antarctica. What do you say? Yes, really. Picture shown. Antarctica is the most beautiful country in the world. What is beautiful? Everything is covered with ice. That's why it's beautiful. When you go there, you feel holy. I decided to go to Antarctica once. I'll go. Dad, do you need a visa to go to Antarctica? Not to mention. As far as I know it is the only continent where people from all over the world have rights. Wow, very exciting. Mr. Borhan laughed. Laughing, he said, will you go alone, or will you take that Englishman? Why take him with you? He's a bad guy. A little while ago I said differently. I did not say otherwise. The man grabbed my hand. There is nothing wrong with holding the hands of girls among them. I know that, father. But when Shipra went to take our picture, she hugged my waist and stood up. I gave a rebuke. Mr. Borhan went silent. Alik said, in nice English I told him — a white man hugs me, it's not my choice. My body hurts. If you were black, one thing would happen. Honestly? I said yes. The batter's face became smaller at the sight. Shi was the most angry. "I have no right to insult anyone like that," he said. Dad, do I have the right? Of course there is. Mr. Borhan talked to his daughter till one o'clock in the morning. He could not say the words he came to say. The words are not so important. It can wait. Alik stayed awake even after his father left. You have to memorize one poem every week. Two weeks left. There are no poems to memorize. None of it looks good. Just before going to sleep, Alik stood in front of the mirror. He is wearing a blue cotton nightie. She stood in front of the mirror, untied the nightie, and stared at her naked body. The skin below the left rib and on the right side of the navel is pale and swollen. This is exactly what happened in the early stages of Mar's illness. Alik's body is very beautiful. Alik looked at himself with fascinated eyes. Still watching. His gaze kept going back to the two spots. What will he say to these two spots? The stigma of the moon? No-no stigma. The stigma of the moon remains constant, they will not remain constant. Will continue to grow. It doesn't feel good to think about growing up. Let's think of something beautiful. White white Antarctica, pure sacred. Or Ted Hughes' Thought Fox. Till with a sudden sharp hot stink of Fox. Can't translate into Bengali? Why not? You just have to try - There was a quiet sky by the window. Primitive gray desert all around. Time stood on one leg, sighing wearily. Darkness in the millions of neurons in the brain. Feeling suddenly flew. Miraculous dreamy feeling. In the book of the poet's writing - song, melody and tone. How is it? The fox was not left out? Somewhere a line needed to be inserted, where a nocturnal fox with a pungent odor would enter the hole. It started to rain as soon as I turned off the lights on the bed. Nice coincidence. The rain could have started five minutes earlier or later. That is not the case. The lights went out and the rain started at the same time. Such coincidences do not come very often in people's lives. Or who knows maybe it comes too much, no one ever notices. People never notice anything. He looks at what happens in front of his eyes but does not see. The ability of humans to see is extraordinary. Alik now wants to write a letter. However, the letter will be written. In the dark The problem is that there is no way to write a letter in the dark. It would have been better. Who can write a letter? How is it when the poet writes to Keats? There is a special joy in writing letters to the dead. No need to wait for a reply to the letter.

Song of darkness. part-4 One day a week Mr. Mizan sits down to teach with Leena and Bablu. The day is Thursday. He didn’t do the teaching job last week. Bablu has a faint hope in his mind - maybe he won't teach even today. Home conditions are not normal. Brother has not returned yet. He has no clue. Big sister is not talking to anyone after that night's incident. My body is also very bad. Now he stays in bed most of the time. In such an unusual environment, the father must not sit down to read a book. Yet Bablu's chest is throbbing. He sat down to wash his hands and face before evening. Reading is very loud, so that the father thinks that the study is going well. Bablu is now in class seven. His roll number is four. This is because he got only forty out of one hundred in the religion test. Dharma Sir I know why you can't see Bablu. Religion gave him only five out of twenty-five in the oral test, but what did he say about the five foundations of religion, the intention of the Esha prayers, the Kulhu Allah Surah, the names of the four Companions. Shudhbi could not say at what age he received prophethood. Sadly, Sir slapped him for not being able to say it. Is it okay to slap someone if you can't do anything during the test? Bablu could not figure out why Dharma Sir could not see him. What is his crime? He doesn't make any noise in class. He doesn't shout or call Head Sir as heru like others. Bablu's idea is that his father can't see him either. Sitting down to read on Thursday means getting beaten up. But he knows the answers to all the questions. There was a point even if he was beaten without knowing it. Bablu has fixed it and when he grows up he will run away like a brother. Leena is sitting in front of Bablu. His face is also pale. He looks at his watch a little at a time. If the clock strikes eight, you can rest assured. After eight o'clock, my father stopped teaching. Lena has pulled the class this year. He is also good at studying. Although the test may not do well. His hands tremble as soon as he sits for the test. That thing is known. Can't even write. Leena whispered, "Dad, I don't think I will study today." So Nare Bablu? It's eight o'clock and only five minutes. An aura of joy played on Bablu's face. Just then Mr. Mizan called, Leena. Lena's face turned bloodless. He said in a low voice, yes. Tell Veena to give me a cup of ginger tea. Blood returned to Lena's face. This is a very good sign. Dad will eat tea যাবে it will be eight o'clock after drinking tea. It will be news time. He will listen to the news for half an hour then it will be time to eat rice. Leena went to talk to Veena about tea. Before leaving, he looked at Bablu and smiled happily. Veena doesn't talk much with her father. After the incident of that night, the conversation was completely stopped. Not just talking, Veena doesn't even look up at her father. As long as Mr. Mizan stays at home, he plays the harp in his own room or in the kitchen. Mr. Mizan is sitting quietly on the dark verandah. Veena put down a cup of tea next to her father. Mr. Mizan saw that the hero did not have a watch. He has been noticing the matter for several days. Veena is not wearing the watch given to her by her father. Why not ask once? Mr. Mizan finished his tea and said in a cool voice, Leena Bablu came with the book. He was making sago to play the harp. Bablu Pangshu came and stood beside him. He whispered, "Daddy, Daddy will hit me." Why kill? I have lost the math book. Read another reading today. Numbers or ink. If asked to do the math? Veena could not answer. Mr. Mizan from the veranda with a hard throat. Said, Bablu what are you doing in the kitchen? Meanwhile income. Bubble lost the math book it was caught in a moment. Not only sound education but his alertness and dedication too are most required. Geometry lost the box ten days ago. Bablu did not say anything to anyone for fear. Mr. Mizan entered the bedroom with Bablu. He told Farida to go outside. Don't talk. Guys go out. Farida came out with a dry face. Mr. Mizan closed the door and turned off the light. He usually turns off the lights during difficult times. Leaving the kitchen work, Veena came and stood by the closed door. Farida is sitting at the water check post. Lena is now holding a book in front of her eyes. Sweat dripped from his face. She is shaking a little. She wants to run to her grandmother. Again, I know why he is not having the courage. She is also a little scared of her grandmother. The beating has started. Be blind in anger. Bablu muttered, "Listen to me, father." You just listen to me. What? I will not lose the book anymore. Is it over? Yes. The beating started again. Bablu gasped and said, I will never lose my book, father. I will never lose a book. Shut up. Dad, just listen to me. Just a word. Shut up. Nothing could be heard except the sound of beating for a while. Then it was heard that Bablukshin was calling in a low voice - Apa, O Apa, O Bara Apa. The harp is leaning against the closed door. Veena's grandmother is shouting from the next room, what's the matter? What's the matter? And what is the matter with the bastard party? No one is answering him. Bablu could not eat anything at night. His whole body is swollen. Bleeding through the nose. Veena brought a glass of hot milk, ate some and vomited. Mr. Mizan called a doctor around ten o'clock at night. The shocked doctor said, how did this happen? Mr. Mizan said, I have killed. You see if the bone is broken. The doctor stared in astonishment. When you asked Bablu, baby is in pain? Bablu said, yes no. The doctor said, why did you hit so much? What did the boy do? Mr. Mizan said in a cold voice, you don't need me for what I have killed, brother. He has come for treatment and will leave after treatment. Mr. Mizan took out the money for the visit. Veena did not eat anything at night. Sitting alone next to the coir. Farida did not eat either. He grew rice for the two of them and came to call the girl on the bank of the well. do you eat rice? Mother, don't eat rice. Why not ? Not wanting to. So don't eat. Are you angry with your father? No. I was not angry with my father, mother. I am angry with you. Why don't you stop Dad? Why stand still this time? What Farida said in a low voice was not understood. Veena said, mother, nothing will happen to me. I don't eat rice. You better go to Bablu. Give Bablu a little caress. Bablu is asleep. It is better to fall asleep. You also eat and sleep. Will you sit here? No, I will sleep too. Why would I just sit here? Farida took a deep breath and left. Bablu did not sleep. He and Leena sleep in the same bed. Bulu on another bed. The two are sleeping soundly because there is no bulu. Today Leena is sleeping with Bablu. The two brothers often talk for many nights. Nish throat story. There is no end to those stories. No head. Even today the two are talking. Lena is saying most of the things. Bablu is going through Ha Hu. At one point, Leena suddenly said, Bablu was in more pain? Bablu said, yes. He never lies about Nishirat's message to Lena. Veena went to sleep many nights. Grandma is still awake. Hearing the sound of the harp's feet, he said, what happened to your father's head ray harp? Eyes hit again? These are the descendants of the madman. My father-in-law's father was crazy. Closed crazy. Hey lineage. Blood is a big hard thing. People go to the dead and have blood. Pula gets Thaikya from her father. Thaika his pula near the pula. Thaika his pula near his pula. Thaikya near his pool… .. Shut up grandma You shut up bastard. You die The harp does not speak. Lie down His sleep does not come in the unbearable heat. Dad is walking on the verandah when he wakes up. Going from head to head. Coming back again. Veena sighed. Feeling hot. The body is sweating. If only I had a fan in this house.

Song of darkness- 3 Osman Gani's office room is small. Only one chair in front of him. He can't talk to more people at once. Talked to one person. Today I wanted to talk to Mr. Mizan but Mr. Mizan has not arrived yet. Mr. Gani does not wear a watch. He doesn't even have a watch in this room. Yet he knows that it's eleven o'clock. His secretary Majnu Mia said he had been coming to the office late for several days. The day after tomorrow came after lunch time. Mr. Gani said with a smile, he is not coming late, he is coming on time. Didn't I tell you to find out? I told you to tell him. You didn't find him. The diameter ran out. Why so much talk? It is not good to say more Majnu Mia. Talk less. If you understand more will work? Yes sir. Now stay in front of me. Work Majnu Mia came out with a sad face. He has been asked to work but he has no work to do. Never was. His table is fileless. The secretary has some rights in the file of the big man. Majnu Mia has nothing. Mr. Gani sees all the files himself. Draft correspondence yourself. The telephone is also in his room. There is no chance that Majnu Mia will be the first to pick up the telephone as the secretary. Majnu Mia is reclining in her mattress and wondering why Mr. Gani is feeding her for no reason. Occasionally wants to quit this job. The market is bad. It is not possible to get something new if you leave the job. Mr. Gani is good as an owner. There are bonus arrangements for two Eids. Contributory Provident Fund has been arranged. Employees have opened a welfare fund. One gave a doctor's appointment. This doctor comes three days a week and stays one hour. The company pays half the price of all medicines purchased according to the doctor's prescription. Bigger than that, the company is getting bigger. There are rumors that Mr. Gani is going to start a shipping business. Of course, nothing can be said for sure about Mr. Gani. Most of what is heard about him is not. Mr. Gani has been looking at the files for an hour. LC abroad. Subject file. His eyebrows furrowed. His mind is saying that something didn't go well, but he can't grasp what it is. He does not distrust any of the employees. He always thinks that man is an animal who can neither believe nor disbelieve. Will you come, sir? Mr. Gani closed the file and said, come on, come on. Sit down. How are you Mr. Mizan said in a hushed voice, good. He thought that Mr. Gani could ask for an explanation for his late arrival. I had not found him the day before. But Mr. Gani did not ask anything. He raised another topic with a smile, has your son been found? Yes, sir. What day is it? Fifteen days. Have you run away from home before? No, this is the first time. Have you ever asked a friend something? Do they know? Yes, no. He took some money or jewelry from home. Usually they do this. Fat fled with some money. He goes around with friends for a month. Then comes back. You don't have to worry. I'm not thinking. Good, very good. And don't even worry about that side fail. Whatever you fail in today's exams. I'll arrange your son's job. Mr. Mizan was surprised. Mr. Gani never said such a thing. Mr. Gani said, Mr. Mizan understood, I actually like the boy who failed. The failed boy has no career. She knows she can't do anything else. So he works hard with what he gets. Understand? Mr. Mizan did not say anything, but praised the man's intelligence, thinking that he was a skinny, short man with a stupid face. But the man's head is as clear as glass. Mr. Mizan. Yes sir. I called you to say this. Another thing I heard is that I often go home with the files. There is a problem with the file. Yes, no. As some discrepancies? Mr. Mizan said hesitantly, not much sir. A little. Something from small to big. Did you know that the river is dammed? Do you know how to break the dam? At first a small crack is seen. Very little. Maybe the rat made a hole and cracked from that hole. Mr. Bhangemijan from the crack at the end of the dam. Yes. Send the file to me. I'll figure out what the problem is. I can do it myself, sir. It is very good if you can do it yourself. Anyway sir. Ok go Don't worry about the boy. This is how a boy of this age does. It would be better if you go outside for a month. Mr. Gani opened the file again. He started seeing from the beginning. There is trouble in the LC. He can't catch the problem. The dam does not break suddenly. At first a small crack. The rat hole is the hole of the bimba snake then he is looking for the hole. The telephone is ringing. The worker looks at the telephone with annoyed eyes. Mr. Gani never gets upset. Whenever the phone rings, he takes the receiver in his hand and says in a sweet voice, Asolamu Alaikum, who do you want? Didn't get a chance to speak today. His wife from Opash said, you come home a little. Mr. Gani's wife Rahela Begum told her husband. Netrokona said in conversation. Pulling a little. Mr. Gani said, what happened? Babu is in pain. What's the pain? Breaking things. The big son-in-law bit his hand. Why is the big son-in-law real here? I gave the news. Did you tell one person or did you tell three people? I am talking about three people. Mr. Gani was impossibly upset. Didn't express annoyance, said in a simple voice, I'm coming. Rachel says the older son-in-law wants to talk to Afon. I'm leaving. What's there to talk about? Yes, well. Mr. Gani hung up the telephone. He has four children. After three daughters, one son Babu. Babu is eleven years old. There is no intelligence, like inanimate matter. But the girl has three impossible tricks. He has also been married to three Dhurandhars. Mr. Gani's idea is counting the days when his three daughters and three sons-in-law will share the property. The three sons-in-law came together after hearing the news that he was buying a ship. Binoy is melting almost like butter. All three of them are saying that if they buy a ship, there is a possibility of huge loss. No one can handle these without experienced people. Mr. Gani, after listening to their long conversation with his mind, said, will there be a loss if you buy a ship? Yes, you have to keep the foreign bad. The situation is weak to pay their salaries. There will be total loss. Who will be the total loss? Mine? The sons-in-law remained silent. He said, why do you have so much headache about my loss? The sons-in-law started begging. He said, as if remembering the word. The sons-in-law do not remember this. They tried to find out how much income tax was paid by the father-in-law. There is no end to their worries about whether there will be industry in 50 bighas of land in Savar or whether the land will remain as it is. Rahela Begum likes her son-in-law very much. He always said in a loud voice that his daughters also show him a fraction of the maya mahat that the son-in-law shows him. No. Don't lie. After three extra intelligent daughters, Mr. Gani sometimes wonders what happened to such a stupid boy. He wants to make a solid arrangement of the subject property by looking at the boy's face. Of course, Mr. Gani's idea is that not everyone is as stupid as Babu. He also thinks that what he has will be cut off with age. Mr. Gani returned home and saw broken pieces of glass and cups scattered around the house. Babu is sitting on the floor with his legs spread. Eyes blood color. Far away, three sons-in-law are standing with their mother-in-law. The elder son-in-law tied a handkerchief in his left hand. When he saw his father-in-law, he came forward and whispered that he had become very violent. I think I need to fall asleep with sedatives. I called Dr. F. Zaman, he will come. Well known neurologist F. Zaman. Mr. Gani completely ignored the elder son-in-law, looked at Babu and said coldly, Babu, what happened? Nothing happened. Why did you break the glass? They just bother me. What does it do? I didn't want cold water. Why didn't you open the fridge and take cold water yourself? The bottle is full of water. Go get some water from the fridge. Babu got up calmly and opened the fridge. Mr. Gani went back to the office. L-C file should look good. There is a problem. A gap of subtlety. What is that gap? Need to find out. I have to sit in the cold head.

Song of darkness -2 After being admitted to the university, Alik had an awkward habit of sleeping at noon. All their classes ended at half past one. There is a subsidiary class at three. One day a week. Sir of the subsidiary came one day but did not come for three days. There is no end to teaching, one day he started teaching again the next day. When someone asks a question, he says angrily, don't try to understand more. Try to understand as much as you can. No more, no less. Alik's fascination with the university is gone. She dropped out of going to subsidiary class. Honors classes are not done at all. His idea is to sit at home without taking a class and he will come out with excellent results. However, some teachers do roll call. That's why they have to take classes. English literature classes are supposed to be very fun, but they are not. Most classes look like math classes. If he knew that literature would be so interesting, he would take economics or psychology. Today is Wednesday BR's class. This class is fairly good. BR do not teach evil. I like to read Pride and Prejudice. Although the characters in the novel are angry. Alik went to class. Class is not. A bomb exploded right in front of their classroom. Scattering broken pieces of glass on the floor. Shortly after the bombing, of course, all calm, but did not take the BR class. Annoyed, he said, what will happen after studying? Go home and sleep. Alik has obeyed Sir's words to the letter. Come home and sleep without eating anything. Handwritten outside the door. Please do not disturb the notice. No one bothered him. Of course, there are no people in the house to bother. Baba will return from Banani at around 8 pm. Their house is being built in Banani. He is very busy with that. Everyone else in the house is scared of Alik. Although there is no reason to be afraid. Alik doesn't talk loudly to anyone. He woke up in the afternoon. When he wakes up in the afternoon, he feels very restless. Who knows why. Then one very popular person wants to talk. The problem is that Alik does not have any loved ones. Sometimes, as soon as he wakes up, he picks up the telephone, closes his eyes and dials the number six. Most of the time there is no sound. Again occasionally rings. Then a thing of great excitement will happen to pick up the telephone? Catch a boy, or a girl? If he catches a boy, what kind of boy is he? Intelligent or idiot class? Anxious voice can be heard from the other side, who is saying hello? Hello. Alik puts down the telephone. As soon as I woke up today, I stretched out my hand as usual and pulled the telephone receiver. He closed his eyes and dialed number six. No one is holding the ring. After ringing five times, Alik sighed and put down the telephone. He opened the door and asked Moyna's mother to give him some tea and some food. Moyna's mother said in fear, who is coming to you. It's been a long time. Not a boy Girl? Girl. Ever come to this house before? No. Then tell him to leave. Her name is Veena, your friend. Tell him to leave. I don't know anyone named Veena. What are the clothes on? Sari or shirt? Sari. What is the color of the sari? Blue flowers in white. Big flowers or small flowers? Moina's mother sighed to herself. This mother is in great pain. The head hurts. How does the girl look? Beautiful. More beautiful than me? I don't know, Afa. Uni is also beautiful in you. Alik came down. If the girl is beautiful then one can see. He said in his mind- I Loved a love once, fairest among women, closed her doors on me, I must not see her, this poem she memorized last week. She plans to memorize one poem each week. Swinburne's poem is to be memorized this week. Poems have not been selected yet. Hey, are you a harpist? Alik almost ran and hugged the harp. And not stopping there, he rolled the harp and fell on the sofa, yet did not leave. He said in a deep voice, where did you get my address? Malby gave. How much I thought about you. Believe it The breath is coming off. Release the hand. I will not leave. I loved a love once, I must not see her. You're crazy, Alik. Alik let go of his hand and said seriously, "There is news that Veena's mother has died." What is he? I was so happy, very happy. Shut up Honestly, harp. My mother's death was a joy for me. Tears came to Alik's eyes as he spoke. Veena is looking at her girlfriend in surprise. What a beautiful alik. You can't take your eyes off it, it's so beautiful. Health has improved. The color of the skin has become brighter. The eyes are two deep black. Tears are streaming down his black eyes. Like a picture drawn with a brush. Alik wiped his eyes with the hem of his sari and said in a very simple voice, I saw my mother working hard for eleven months. What an inhuman suffering he is — you can't believe it. It looks like a sack that encloses with a drawstring. Shut up Don't want to hear. No, you have to listen. Last commas mother just said, fall at your feet, you kill me. Please please. I couldn't stand it. Understood, one day really poison for beating. Went to buy. A drug store in New Market. The shopkeeper thought I was probably crazy. What happened to the aunt? No one knows if the skin was getting damaged. Doctors in Britain say it is a rare skin disease. Changing the whole skin of the skin and applying new skin will only be fine. I am very happy that you have come, Veena. No one to talk to me. Come to my house. Eat rice with me. What to eat rice now? It's five o'clock. I didn't eat lunch, I'm very hungry. Income harp, no do. If I say no, I will feel very bad. I might cry. Veena came to inform Alik about her side, she didn't get any chance. Alik is constantly talking. He is saying between the words, the person who is talking is not a harp. This is why I am talking so much. Aren't you angry? No, I'm not angry. Well, your grandmother, are you alive now? I went to see that once. I touched my feet and saluted. You introduced me, Dili-Dadi, my girlfriend. And he said to me, I am a bastard. Veena said in an unprepared voice, her head is not right. That's why I like him so much. I'm not feeling well. Is he still alive? Yes. I knew he was alive. Crazy people are long-lived. I too will live a long time. Alik really started laughing like crazy. Veena said, your character has not changed so much. I used to write poetry in English, do you still write? Alik did not answer. She is pressing her lips and smiling. Surely thinking something. This strange girl was admitted in the second year of harp college. A slender tall girl with glasses. It is as if he speaks in a hushed voice. He looks at her with fixed eyes while talking. Not once did he drop his eyelids. On the first day, his name became Sarparani. Because snakes do not shed eyelids - snakes do not have eyelids. One day after a week, while eating tiffin at tiffin time, Alik came and appeared. Without blinking, he looked at her for a while and said, "I have taken you as my friend." Because you are the only one who did not call me a serpent and everyone said so. Didn't understand what the harp would say. Alik sat next to him and said in a simple voice, now we have become friends. So I will tell you a secret of my life. And you will tell the secret of your life. All right? Veena said in a hushed voice, "There is no secret in my life." I have I'm telling you, if there's ever a secret in your life, how do you tell me? With this, Alik spoke about his life with great difficulty. We have many bathrooms in our house. But there is only one bathtub in the bathroom. That bathroom is attached to everyone's room. I know what I do: I leave all my clothes in the summer and read a book lying in the bathtub. One day I suddenly felt as if someone was watching me. But there is no way to see. I can't see anything through the key hole but every day I think someone is looking at me. One day I realized he was really watching. He is looking at me through the hole that has been made above for electrical wiring. I could only see Lotar's eyes but I recognized him. People can be recognized by sight. The man is a distant relative of ours, about to become my mama, working in my father's factory. What did you do, tell everyone? No. One day I went to his house and told him that I did not know that Mama wanted to see me so much. I should have told. You try so hard. The human body is not something that will rot when anyone sees it. Then tell me if you ever want to see me. There is no need to suffer. That's why I left. Then he never peeked again. Isn't the story funny? Veena thought to herself, the girl is insane. Maybe it's better not to get acquainted with such a girl. There is no question of friendship. Yet friendship is. It would not feel good to have such a friendship without holding hands. The girl stayed in their college for four months and then suddenly came to class one day and said that her mother was ill. He is going to Britain with his mother. After that there is no more communication. Alik. No address left. Veena had to eat rice with Alik at five in the afternoon. During the rainy season, the day is getting worse, clouds are gathering in the sky but Alik will not leave him. Veena said, Alik, I will come again, leave today. Will think at home. Think about it. What's the problem? One day people do not die thinking. You don't know about our house so you are saying this. Dad would have a heart attack if I didn't return before evening. People do not have heart attacks so easily. Heart is a very hard thing. My mother died in front of my eyes, nothing happened to me. I have written some poems in English. I will listen to you. The evening matched. The day is really bad, the clouds are thundering. Alik is holding him tightly. It means that it is not possible to break this barrier. Alik doesn't realize how horrible it is to be out of the harp until evening. That's why my father is in a bad mood. What is the problem in the office. Brother disappeared for seven days. No search results found. Dad doesn't sleep at night. Walked on the porch. At seven o'clock in the evening, Veena said in a sobbing voice, "Alik, fall at your feet." Look, it's raining. Will it not rain in the rainy season? How is it again? Listen to this poem, written on my last birthday. This is the sonnet. Elizabethian sonnet. Do you know what a sonnet is? There are fourteen lines. Match is abab, cdcd, efef, gg. I got without the harp at eight o'clock at night. Alik said in an annoyed voice, why are you doing this? I think I will fall fit. Go home. De brother with someone, get home. I will not give it to anyone. You go alone. What a shame, such a big girl can't go home alone. It's a shame to think so. Which is shared. Vina had to return home alone, trembling with fear due to the storm. Why did that go to Alik? None of the things he went to say were said. He could not even say the result. Now I have to return alone at noon. The road is dark. The attitude of the rickshaw puller is like that. Looking back again and again. No rickshaw puller looks like that. Once he stopped the rickshaw, he hit the harp. Why did you just stop the rickshaw? What does he want? What will the harp do now? Scream? No one can be seen on the street. Will anyone hear you screaming? It was half past eight in the morning when I arrived. Veena is sitting in the rickshaw and crying desperately. The path does not seem to be over. Mr. Mizan has been standing at the Kalyanpur bus stand since evening. A torch light in his hand. Despite holding an umbrella over his head, he became dizzy and had a fever. He looks like he's in a trance. When Veena called from the rickshaw with a trembling voice, my father was still speechless. Veena said, get up, father. He did not get up. Once he just dropped the torch and looked at the face of the harp. Then he turned off the torch and started coming behind the rickshaw. It has been two hours since the harp came home. Mr. Mizan did not say a word in these two hours. He changed his clothes and ate and drank. He finished two cigarettes while sitting on the verandah. The weather in all the houses is thumping. Farida is next to her husband. Leena and Bablu are falling very high. Like all their senses in a reading book. Mr. Mizan did not finish the second cigarette, threw it in the rain and said in a cold voice, send the harp to my house. Farida cried and said, the girl has grown up, don't beat her. Do what I say. Veena is standing in front of her father with her head bowed. Her face turned blue in panic. Mr. Mizan pushed his wife out of the house and closed the door. Mr. Mizan had no knowledge till some time later. When he regained consciousness, he saw the harp spread its arms and legs on the floor, its lips parted and blood gurgled. Farida is knocking hard on the door. Bablu and Leena are screaming and crying. At one point Mr. Mizan opened the door. There is no word in anyone's mouth, only Leena whispered and said, Apa is dead. And mother, sister is dead. It's almost two o'clock at night. Everyone in the house is asleep. Mr. Mizan did not sleep. Sitting on the waterfront. Turn off the lights on the porch. Yet the porch was not completely dark. There is a moon in the sky. In its dim light everything fades into obscurity. Mr. Mizan left the water station and stood up. As soon as she stood silently in front of the window of her house, the old woman said, what is Chazre Mizan? Mr. Mizan said, is the harp sleeping? He is sleeping. What did you do? He did not answer. The old woman said, your head is bad. You take an amulet. See a doctor. I see signs of headaches in your stomach. He remained silent. He wanted to enter the house. Dhaka is not possible. If you want to open the door, you have to wake up the harp. Not wanting to wake up the harp. The old woman said, the door of income inside is open. He stepped inside. The old woman said, do one thing. I put my hand on the girl's head and thought to her. Excuse me, tea. If you don't apologize, you won't have peace of mind. And there is nothing wrong with that. Mr. Mizan came forward and put his hand on the girl's back. O Mizan. What? Marry the girl. The girl is suffering from him. Mr. Mizan did not answer. Tears came to his eyes. She is feeling ashamed. The house would be dark or even more embarrassing. What?

Song of darkness-1 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.

In your city. Last part I look back at the mess at four in the morning - Mr. Abul Kalam is home in my house. He sat up in the chair. It seems that people are not bundles of clothes. Who knows how long you have been sitting. The man looks tired and hungry. There is no garland on the neck. The garland is kept in the pocket of the Punjabi. A part of the necklace is out of pocket. The vitality of pile flowers is good. So far the flowers have not withered. I said lightly, what is the news of Mr. Kalam? Mr. Kalam whispered, "The news is not good." The news is too bad. Bad body? G body bad, mind bad, bad luck. I'm all bad. You did not go to Chandpur? No. Why didn't you go? I don't know why. Didn't go. We went to the launch terminal and came back. I wandered around the city for a few hours. Then I came to your room and sat down. Where have you been all night I rushed with one patient. I am sitting in this chair of yours. I slept in the chair. Good luck keeping your house open all the time. I could not enter the house if the door was closed. Have you eaten? No. If anyone sees it, there may be a problem - for this reason he did not leave the house. Severe urination. I didn't even go to urinate. You can go now. No one will see. The thief sleeps until four in the morning. Head away with a towel. Mr. Kalam did not move. He sat where he sat. Rather more gutisuti died. I said, come to the bathroom, sit in a tea shop and drink hot parota tea. I'm hungry too. Will the tea shop open so early? Let's go. Let's go, Mr. Kalam sat down. I said, what is your problem? No problem. My idea. You want to return two lakh rupees. And you brought money. Is the idea right? G is right. With money? There is. I have just spent three hundred rupees. I said hi, let's bring you to the police station after tea. I also deposit the money with the OC. Whatever you think is best. Want to know why I am returning the money Himu brother? No. Even if I wanted to know, I could not say. I don't even know myself. Why did I do this? Mr. OC. Beaten again. Who knows if. I think so. Will not Got the money and now what will happen? There are less than three hundred rupees. This can kill for. How long to make excuses if you want to kill. I don't know the story of the shop — a kid was drinking water. The lion came and said, Kiri Chengra bastard. You are making the water dirty with no courage. You are shaving your beard again. Your courage is not less. I don't know the story. There is no harm in not knowing. The story of Isaiah is obsolete in this age. Get up: The way you are sitting in the chair, it seems that the roots have sprouted. Mr. Kalam stood up. I said, take the flower garland around your neck. I got out of jail wearing a garland - I will put him in jail again wearing a garland. You can also sing by humming — wearing a garland was a trick to wearing this garland of fashion. After the garland, I will make the garland that is crippled. Do you know the song? No Mr. OC is looking and not saying anything. He doesn't seem to be surprised. Emotionless vision. Sitting as if he knows I will be present with Mr. Kamal. I said, sir, count the money. There are three hundred less than two lakhs. Your defendant has spent three hundred rupees. It is also written in which sectors you have spent. This is the cost voucher, sir. Mr. OC looked at the voucher written in pencil. Mr. Kalam has written everything quite neatly. Only two lakh rupees deposited. Cost- Biryani flower plate 40 rupees Half khasiya rezala 20 rupees Two packs of cigarettes 100 rupees Yogurt sweet 30 rupees Baby taxi fare 50 rupees Rickshaw fare is 80 rupees The total cost is 300 rupees. The balance is only one lakh ninety nine thousand seven hundred rupees. The policeman can speak very well with a wink. Mr. OC did not say anything, he winked and it worked. Someone came and started counting the money. Another Kalam Sahib was taken into custody. I said politely, Sir I go. Mr. OC said, sit where you want to go. Deposited money. Take the receipt. Have tea? No Cigarettes? No Mr. OC took a cigarette and said for a long time, "Are you lying?" I said, I say. The OC breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's go." Those who speak the truth all the time - we the police are apprehensive about them. There are two types of people who always tell the truth - saintly people. And those who are terrible are criminals. The people in the middle say a mixture of truth and falsehood. The police are not worried about them. The money is gone. Mr. OC gave me the receipt. I said, sir go. Mr. OC said, no. Talk to you soon and keep up the good content. Problems? No Mr. OC leaned towards me and said - you took him out with a garland around Abul Kamal's neck - do you remember that scene? Yes, sir. I thought you were a very suspicious person for a good reason that day. It seems normal. I am a suspicious person. I immediately put plain cloth police behind you. So that he can stay behind you like eighteen. His responsibility was to follow your every movement. I feel very important listening to you sir. We know what you did. Called an ambulance. Went to the hospital with the patient. Went to a house in Dhanmondi at two in the night. Went to the hospital again. At seven in the morning, Gnemia ate breakfast at the tea stall. I know everything. You have moved closer to God, sir. As God knows everything, you also know everything. I know outside activities. I don't know what's going on in your mind. I don't know that, sir. Do you know the condition of your patient? No The patient's condition is very bad. I got the news in the morning. At three-thirty in the morning the heart stopped. Doctors started with electric shock. Oh. The patient is waiting for you. Or did you promise him. He will bring his daughter. He wants to see the girl. Tell me where the girl is - I'm bringing her. The police will leave. If necessary, he will be arrested and brought back. What he said. How do you bring this girl? I took a deep breath and said, try to see. Sir, can I use your telephone a little? Mr. OC handed over the telephone. I picked up the phone to Asha. Hope you do a little work for me? Flowers are spinning in your head. You're in a lot of trouble. Doing this will remove the flower loofah from your head. You are not just wise. Are you a doctor too? How funny. When someone has hiccups very often, the hiccups stop when they do something terrible. If you stand in front of something terrible, your hiccups will stop. What should I do? To act. The dying passenger has to play the role of the daughter of an old man. Don't play with me. Please don't play games with me. I'm not playing the game. In the acting part, your name is Ahna. Please stop it. In the play, your father's name is Joynal. This Joynal last saw his daughter at the age of two. Now the girl is eighteen. The girl's father is fighting to the death. At the time of death, he is desperate to see his daughter's loving face. What does this lie mean? No sense in telling you now - I don't wanna ruin the suprise. Maybe it makes sense again. I hope you come. Suhrawardy Heart Hospital. Intensive care unit. Whose name is hope, if he does not awaken hope in the minds of hopeless people, who will wake up? Will you come OC said with great interest, what did the girl say? Will you come? I said, he said he will not come. But I know why it seems to come. Are you going to the hospital now? Yes. Can i go to the hospital with you Of course you can.

In your City. part-7 : I came to the police station to see Mr. Abul Kalam. The duty officer is very busy. Even in the midst of this busyness, he saw me and became busy again. His preoccupation is limited to shedding hair. He is doing this great work quite well. A small mirror in front of him. Scissors and tongs on one side. He is in trouble because God sent him to earth with only two holes. Having three hands would have been an advantage for him. He used to hold the mirror in one hand. He used tongs and scissors with his other hand. I stood in front of the duty officer and said very politely, Sir Assalamualaikum. The duty officer lowered the mirror from his hand and frowned and said, what do you want? I sat in the chair in front of him and said with a smile, I have come to talk, sir. I'll gossip with you for a while if you allow. The duty officer shouted, "Do you mean gossiping?" Gossiping about what? I smiled broadly and said: You are retired sir, you are blowing your nose. I am also retired. So let's gossip for a while. Who are you I am a poet. I don't think so. You can look at the old file. I was in your custody for four days three years ago. There is my identity written - poet. Poet? Yes sir poet. Poet. I am a Rabindranath poet. I write poems with similarities. E.g. Police Fulish Cows Narrow Stairs Giggles. The duty officer sat motionless. Early signs of a storm. The tiger gives a tail home to the ground before jumping on the prey. The police also moved. I said in a sweet voice, "Sir, tell me to have two cups of tea." I have a little more sugar - three spoons. Poet Rabindranath used to eat more sugar than tea so I am trying to follow him everywhere. The poet also wrote a song about sugar. Did you hear the song? The duty officer bit his lower lip. Biting the lip of the police means signal number ten. Storm L says. I said in a calm voice, this is Rabindranath's song written with sugar— Chini go chini tomare Ogo foreigner. That means he is talking about foreign sugar. Domestic sugar is kind of dirty reddish. Foreign sugar is fluffy white. The duty officer pressed the calling bell. Now a slight smile appeared on his face. After the insects get stuck in the spider's web, the spider looks at the insects and smiles like a smile. I smiled too. But I stopped laughing instantly and said: Listen to the English of this song — Chinigo Chini Tomare Sagar Sugar you Hearing the calling bell, a policeman appeared with a rifle on his shoulder. The poor are the weakest type. Can't stand straight under the weight of the rifle. Is hunched over. It would not be right to send these cops out on duty. At the first opportunity he would drop his rifle in a dustbin and go home to sleep. The weak police gave a salute to the duty officer with great difficulty. The duty officer showed me and said: Take it and put it in the locker. Big sir come then we will take action? The bastard oil has become more - I reduce the oil. I was taken into custody. A total of six people took me into custody. I looked at everyone and shook hands like political leaders and said: Good morning. Are you all well? No one answered. Only Mr. Abul Kalam started blinking his eyes. It seems he can't see clearly. It is understood that the gentleman ate a good lump. One of his eyes is big and the other is small. The same part of the forehead is swollen like the potatoes of Nainital. It looks like a permanent system. This swelling will never go away. The rest of his life he will have to carry potatoes on his forehead. Earlier, Rakh was covered in police beating. Something could not be understood. Marta also took him to the stage of his artwork — he is no longer the case. I killed the will - I threw it in the water tank; There is no harm in revealing a deadbody - a statement will be made in the newspaper - this man went to the water tank to drink water. Then the foot slipped and fell into the tank. Death is there. The doctors will inquire. They will also report: Water has been found in the lungs. That is death by drowning. There are signs of a head injury তা it could be due to a bump on the lid of the water tank. Mr. Himu. Yes. Do you recognize me? I am Abul Kalam. I recognize. How are you Abul Kalam did not answer. Stared blankly. I said, I have come to rescue you. Abul Kalam muttered, "Thank you." It is clear that the poor man has gone into a trance. That has come to surpass. This problem is not bothering him in the custody he has. But other detainees are now looking at me with curious eyes. The appearance and dress of one of them is of elegant class. Gold colored glasses in the eyes. College vice principal type look. He leaned closer. Trying to listen to our conversations. I looked at him and said, brother, how are you? He did not answer. He turned his face to the other side. I brought my face to Mr. Abul Kalam's ear and whispered, "Have you hit more?" Abul Kalam said in a weak voice, no. Will hit after dusk. I said, get the clock off in a couple of hours; Don't stay until evening. Abul Kalam whispered and said again, thank you. As soon as you get out of jail, take a bath with hot water. Heavy bath with a lump of soap. Then take two paracetamol, one. Cidaxine. I will bring tea from Gonemia's tea shop. Mugabharati eats a mug of tea. With a Benson cigarette - see how it feels. Yes, well. Thank you. Why are you saying thank you a little at a time? What happened? Abul Kalam whispered, "Himu bhai has lost his head." I don't even know what I'm saying. I was beaten by my mother when I was young and then I was beaten by the police. The heart is shaking. Or the real beating after the evening. The real man to kill is after his duty evening. Why did the police catch him? Two lakh rupees has been stolen from the house of Mr. Sabur, the owner of the mess. His idea is that I stole the money. He paid five thousand rupees to the police to recover the money. Will give ten more if rescued. This is the contract. The police are trying to recover the money. The final will hit after dusk. What has happened so far is the semi-finals. Yes. I think he will kill me knowingly at night. Did you take the money? No, brother. I steal petty. I went to the mess market and removed thirty rupees. I walk to the raw market —– I write the rickshaw fare at the time of the bill is fifteen rupees. I do these things. How to do big theft? It takes a big coil to steal big. My coils are small. Extra small. I am restless with fear. The police knelt down on my stomach. I didn't feel any pain, but I urinated in fear. I brought a bucket of water and washed the urine myself. Let's see what shame he said. What's the shame in washing your urine? If Mr. OC washed your urine - it was a shame. That's right. When Bhai Saheb takes him to kill in the evening, he will probably kill him. No, you will get away without it. How? I have made arrangements. Mr. IG will telephone. On the telephone he will say, Abul Kalam is a man of very honest character. My ex acquaintance. This will work. Thank you. Didn't sleep at night? No Now take a short nap. I will call when Mr. IG calls. Thank you. Mr. Abul Kalam closed his eyes. The way you breathe. It seems so. He is asleep. The gentleman leaned towards us again to look like the vice principal. He is staring at the sleeping Abul Kalam. I said, say something? The gentleman nodded. I said, why did the police catch you? The gentleman said in a very sweet voice, caught as a murderer. Killed? Yes I did. Who did you kill? I did. One. I don't need to say his name. What do you need with the name of the one who is gone? He does not exist. What's your name The gentleman did not answer. He took out a cigarette with his hand in his pocket. Holding a cigarette with a lighter, he said in a simple normal voice - this man of yours has been fidgeting all night. Seeing you now is sleeping in peace. You put him to sleep by lying. Do you understand that the power of lies is greater than the truth? Trying to understand. In this age no one believes the truth. To be honest, he looks with suspicion. You didn't believe me when I said murder. Looked with suspicious eyes. But I really killed. I'm quietly listening to the gentleman. The gentleman is talking nonsense. The smiling face is twinkling. The gentleman handed me a half-eaten cigarette and said, "Eat a cigarette." I was quite surprised to see how you put a man to sleep by lying. What's your name Himu. Just Himu? Yes. Why did the police catch you? I came to pick up Mr. Abul Kalam. The police put me in the locker. The gentleman seemed to have a lot of fun with my words. He shook his body and started laughing. A very different smile. The whole body is shaking, but no sound of laughter is coming. There is no smile in the eyes! The eyes are fixed. Mr. Himu! Yes. My name is Sadek Chowdhury. Leave this card to me. Please contact if needed. Thank you. Did you learn to say thank you to your friend? Yes. I can arrange for you and your friend to be released. Do? No need. We'll get off in a couple of hours. Will you release Mr. IG by telephone? Yes. The gentleman smiled his strange smile again. Seeing his smile this time, his body became shivering. Dad wrote about silent laughter. Be very careful about the person who smiles silently. There are two types of people who laugh silently: very high level devotees and very low class vampire characters. Distinguishing between the two is not a complicated task. These two categories can be distinguished by smell. Sughran can be found in the mouth of a pious person during laughter. Bitter and pungent foul-smelling odors can be found on vampires. Just as the saints are insignificant in number, so are the vampires. These two classes of people have a lot to teach. Baba Himu also remembers that it is very scary that there is nectar mixed in it. The most sacred nectar contains the deadly gourd. There is no gold without alloy. There is no nectar without garal. The prison door opened. The thin policeman looked at me and gestured. He also seems to work hard to speak. Don't agree. I stood in front of the OC. He looked at me from head to toe. Eyes frowned. A teacher thinks that everyone he sees is a student. Even a police officer considers anyone he sees to be a bad type of criminal. I said with a very humble type smile, Sir, is the body and mind good? If a criminal asks about the health of the body, he should get angry. Mr. OC's body did not burn. He kept his eyes and face wrinkled. But he said in a polite voice, sit down. I sat down. Mr. OC put on glasses and said - I heard you are a poet. I said in a humble manner, "Yes, sir, poet." There was an annoyance in my mind as to why poems were not written about the police BDR and the army. They are also part of the population. It is heartbreaking to think that Rabindranath has written so many poems about so many things but he has not written any poems about the police. He wrote: He is the head of the soil of my country after you. Without writing it, he could have written effortlessly — and the police of my country are at your feet. It showed respect to the police brothers. Don't be silly. Yes, sir. Who is Abul Kalam? No one is important, sir. Importantly, the IG of the police is interested in him. How can he be a common man? I lowered my voice and said that the IG of the police was interested because he had been pressured from above. What's so great about that? That cannot be called sir. All right, you take Abul Kalam away. Leaving. I'm leaving. Have tea? No tea. However, it is very useful to do a small thing - Mr. Abul Kalam's nose hair has come out. He is a very important person. It is not right to take him out with the hair out of his nose. If you arrange to make his nose hair a little shorter. Is very beneficial. Mr. OC said in a shocked voice, what does that mean? If you tell your duty officer, you will understand. He put me in jail for no reason. If he bothers to shorten Mr. Abul Kalam's nose hair - then I will not remember anything. The poet says - Forget and Forgive, forgiveness is a sign of importance. I understood by seeing him. He is great. He is great. He is the great Ekushey. Mr. OC is staring at the fire. He rang the bell and called the duty officer. I lowered my throat and said very politely, if you bring another garland. I will put the garland around Mr. Abul Kalam's neck. Many have been released from jail wearing necklaces. No one was released. Let's make a record. Is your name Himu? Yes. Not this day. There are more days - have you heard this song? I saw it on TV, sir. Quddus Bayati sings the song with a group of children. Remember the lyrics. If I can't treat you in the future, I will change my name to Alam Khan by Akika. - Dog Khan. You will receive Akika's invitation. Mr. OC's body is shaking with anger. He can't handle the anger. The duty officer came and stood beside him. Mr. OC looked at him and said - listen to what this man is saying and bring a garland of flowers. Mr. Abul Kalam has a pile of flowers around his neck. He is stepping in a random manner. I said, does the body feel worse? No If it feels bad to walk with the necklace around your neck, take it off. No Take a rickshaw? No. Where did you go? Go back to the mess? No. Do you have any relatives in Dhaka? Tell me the address and take me there. There is no one known in Dhaka. I will go home to Chandpur. Let's go to the launch. Have tea? Let's sit in a restaurant and have tea, then decide what to do. If you want to go to Chandpur, you will go. Do not have to report to the police? No. You don't seem to be bothered by the police anymore. The way Mr. IG has said about you then there is nothing more to say. What he said I am an honest man. Of course. Why say. He doesn't know me. I wanted to tell him. Even if he doesn't know you, I know him. Brother Himu, do you think I am an honest man? Of course. Mr. Abul Kalam muttered, this is the first time someone has said, I am a good man. No one has ever said that before. I once stole a pen when I was in school — then my name became োর a thief's word! There were two words in the school. Call him good, call me thief. It doesn't matter who called. You know. What are you You don't know yourself? I know. I am a thief. I really stole two lakh rupees. You have brought out a thief with a garland of flowers around his neck. Didn't do the job right. Mr. Kalam is breathing heavily. I'm looking. Mr. Kalam looked at me. He said in a calm voice, I will go to Sadarghat terminal now. From there I will go to Chandpur. Brother go? Mr. Kalam is walking with a garland of flowers around his neck. I'm looking at him. Many more are watching him. No one walks in Dhaka city with a garland of flowers around his neck.

In your city. part-6 : Someone is giving a head massage. The soft hand is moving over the hair! Sometimes it's like running a comb through your hair. Picking up all the bunches of hair that should be pulled. Very comfortable condition. I understand that Mr. Joynal is this wonderful master of head massage. Mr. Nekmard's worthy disciple has poured out all his talents. If I were a Mughal emperor, I would say - raise Mr. Joynal with a beard. Equal to his weight. Give him the weight of Ashraf with two elephants, a sword and a gem-free turban. This is not the end, there is more left. He also owns a pargana. The name of the pargana is Shirshanti. Brother Himu! Hmmm. Relaxing? Getting. Do not massage the eyes? I am not massaging my eyes because I will fall asleep if I massage my eyes. I'm actually massaging your head to wake you up. What is he! You were fast asleep. It is not right to wake up a sleeping person. For this, I am waking up with my hands on my head. Do I need to wake up? Gina is not needed. An incident occurred. I thought I would tell you. I'm in a bad mood. Did anyone you know die? Gina. Then what else? Start eye massage. I fell asleep. Yes, well. The eye massage stopped as soon as it started. I think I have to listen to the incident. But I can't match the eyes. Brother Himu! Bilun. I'm in a bad mood. The incident happened in front of my eyes — this is why I feel so bad. It wouldn't feel bad if it didn't happen in front of my eyes. How many things happen behind the eyes. Not right? Absolutely right? Why are you stopping the head massage while talking? Like a barber cutting his hair, he speaks — do the same — let words and deeds go together. Tell the story? Tell me. The mind is so bad brother. That's when I realized today. I will not sleep all night. You don't sleep like that. That's right. I have spoken, brother. The incident is: Abul Kalam, the manager of our mess, was taken away by the police. Oh. The police arrived at eleven o'clock at night. First meet with me. The police treated me very kindly. Asked, is there anyone called Kalam? Abul Kalam? I thought I would say no. I went to say no, the truth came out of my mouth. Lying to the police is just as difficult. It's hard to tell the truth. I said. Mr. Abul Kalam is sitting in the office room. Then I showed myself the office room. Well done. He put a handcuff in front of my eyes. Beaten? Not beaten. He said very politely: Let's go to the police station. Upset seeing it? Police made the arrest. He is being taken to the police station wearing handcuffs and is being used politely again. This is a very bad sign. I am the victim: I know. Did the police arrest you too? Yes. Many days ago. Tell the story? If you want to say, you must say. Tell me before that - why did you arrest Abul Kalam? No one knows, brother! No one needs to know. Not to be. I once thought I would go to Thane and find it. There is no courage in the nest. There is a proverb in Bengali that a cow is scared when she sees a cloud. Clouds or vermilion clouds. G; My case is the same. The police are scared. I get scared when I see khaki color. I have khaki pants, never worn. Did you eat the police lump? Yes. Tell the story? Stay today. I will hear another day. Twice a day the police dollar story will not look good. Will become indigestible. In short? I want to tell the story today. Not wanting to say everything every day. To tell the truth, I woke you up to tell you the story. Tell me then. Summary of fertilizer. Which is called Summary and Substance. I give you tea, brother. Hear the story while drinking tea? Tea in Gonemia's store? Yes. I'll be back at midnight. Gunemia stores are open all night. I will introduce you to him once. Prominent gentleman. He sold tea and built a three-storey house in Uttarakhand. The name of the house is Gani Kuthi. When you see it, your eyes are covered. Give me a cup of tea? I sat up in bed and said in a frustrated voice, day. Mr. Joynal has come down with a tight ghat. Today I have to listen to the story of the police eating loaf. Mr. Joynal said in a low voice - Brother, what do you think when you see me? Am I stupid or intelligent? You are neither foolish nor intelligent. You are equal. You said it because you love me. In fact, I am a very stupid type of person. Foolish type people think themselves intelligent. You are not doing that. So you are not stupid. I once thought I was intelligent. I thought it was very intelligent. I thought until the police arrested. There are hardly intelligent people like me. Is it necessary to know whether you are intelligent or stupid to tell your story? G is needed. I think it's stupid and you will feel the same way if you hear the story. Again, I'm aware that knowing the story will make you feel different. I took it. You fool, start the story. Turn on the light? Or will the house be dark? Let it be dark. Tears may well up in your eyes as you tell the story. Woe to the man who sees the tears of man. Who said You? It's commonplace: Tears of a good woman. There is evil in the tears of men. Says the poet Kalidas There is destruction in the tears of the adulterer. Shall I start the story, brother? Please. Mr. Joynal lit a cigarette. Smoking cigarettes in the middle of the story. His eyes can be seen in the light of the cigarette. I look into his eyes. Tears can be seen. Whether. There are no tears in the eyes of insomnia patients. Mr. Joynal is whispering. In the dark, people speak louder than usual. Mr. Joynal is not doing that. I got married at a young age. Today's men do not get married before the age of 35 or 40. I got married at the age of 23; My wife's name is Rehana. I heard before the wedding that Rehana's face was pale in complexion. A little thicker pattern. The mood was very bad. We had an arranged marriage. My uncle said, will you see the Vigla bride? It is permissible in the hadith to see the daughter before marriage. But can't talk. It is haraam to hear the voice of a girl from another man. My mind is very bad — because the daughter's picture is not good. I thought it would be upset to see, I said, I will not see. Twenty-one thousand rupees was married in the cabin. I saw Rehana on Basar night. Seeing Bhai Sahib's daughter, my palpitation started. The body became sweaty. Just started sneezing. I sneezed for about twenty hours. The girl is very beautiful? Yes, brother. Such is the appearance, the color of the skin. Such long hair. However, the color of the hair is not black - pink hair - do you know that verse? Pingal hair verse? No. High forehead chiral toothy hair. The girl will travel to different countries. Why did such a beautiful girl call you ugly? Everyone laughed together. Nothing more. Very beautiful girls have various thoughts in their minds. Rehana was very simple. Laughing. The heart is filled with Maya. Rehana was also very lucky. He came with his wife luck. I got a good job after marriage. Jobs in a multinational company: Many opportunities. The biggest advantage is the quarters. Three-room quarters. The kitchen is just small. Apart from this, it is a good arrangement. South Gate. What a happy life began, brother. He felt like a king. I simply forgot to walk then. I used to walk in style. The eldest daughter was born after two years of marriage. The girl's name is Ahna. The name you gave? Gina. Name given by one of my wife's distant cousins ​​- Safiq. He loved my daughter very much. Ahna did not call. He called. Jewelry daughter Ahna. What did Mr. Safiq do? He was a very enterprising boy. Intelligence was more than a razor blade. Impossibly cheerful. He used to smile with a serious face - Rehana and I used to laugh and fall down. We both liked him very much. I would have liked more than Rehana. Suppose someone has cooked well at home. I would bring Safiq from the mess. I would have brought him even after he had eaten in the mess. Some good and bad things have been cooked at home and I did not bring Safiq with the news. This has never happened. Stay on the suffix part now. Say your part. Yes, brother. Not with a little breath. Not smoking another cigarette. Is the story too long? Gina is over. If more, it will take one minute. The story ends. I'll make you sleep with your head down. Mr. Joynal smoked a cigarette. Drinks tea. Brought a sweet drink. Drink and play. The story began again. Himu Bhai understood the events of the rainy season. Went to the office wet in the rain. My boss Hasan Saheb saw me and said - the same situation. Don't have an umbrella? I said, Gina Sar. He said, living in a rainy country - why do not have an umbrella? I said, manure I lose the umbrella too. I lost three umbrellas last year. Just done this year. Don't buy an umbrella? Mr. Hasan said, buy this year too and keep the umbrella tied by hand with a thin nylon rope so that it does not get lost. I said, yes, manure. I am buying an umbrella now. Hasan Sara said - - What a surprise. Don't you understand the joke? I'm kidding. There is no need to buy an umbrella. I have extra raincoats. I'll have a raincoat. Wet that wet today. Will get sick. Go home. Today is your holiday. Rainy Day for you. Hassan Sara loved me unconditionally. It is impossible to repay the debt of his affection. Anyway, at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first. I liked it very much - it's a good story to tell. I said: How are you Safiq? Safiq said, good. Why did you leave untimely? Office vacation? I said, office holiday is not my holiday. My Rainy Day. Safiq said in a serious voice, I have come to see at an inopportune time, wondering who is doing what? Do you suspect Bhabi? What do you think of lottery with me? I was surprised and said, what does that mean? Safiq said, you hurt your wife in various ways. Beat him. Once went to kill by strangulation. Do you know that if you go to the police station and file a case, the police will come and arrest you? You will have to spend ten years in jail in a case of violence against women. I thought Safiq was joking! Because Rehana is not saying anything. So I smiled and said: Who will see Bhabi when I go to jail? Safiq said, there will be people to see Bhabi. You think of yourself. You also threatened Bhabi. You said that you would burn Bhabi's face with acid. Didn't you say? When did I say that? You said it in front of me? Didn't you say? Bhabi as heard. I heard too. I said, Safiq, what are you talking about? Are you kidding? This kind of joke is not good. Safiq said, I'm not kidding. Not my joking relationship with you. You are not my brother. Saying this, he got up and left. I said to Rehana, what's the matter? Why is Safiq doing this? Rehana said in a dry voice, how can I tell why she is doing this. He knows about it. Saying this, he entered the kitchen. I didn't understand anything. The mind is very bad. I ate and slept at noon. I woke up in the evening. I am playing with Ahna after Maghrib prayers. At that time the police came to the house. I was arrested. Searched the house. They found a bottle of acid in my office bag. I still think the whole thing is a nightmare. I went to sleep upset. This is why I dreamed. I did not understand that Rehana had sued me. The police beat me like this - what can I say, brother. I admitted in my heart that I bought the acid. Do you know what the police were doing? He would lie on my back and open the bottle of acid. Then he would say - I will rub one of your eyes with the acid you bought. Then you will understand how much rice and how much rice. You bastard admit you bought acid. Very unusual phenomenon. G is unusual. I was sentenced to five years. I was in jail for four years for this, which is nine months in jail. But I was not bad in prison. It would be unbelievable to say that I was in peace in jail. I worked hard all day and slept well at night. One sleepless night. I got out of jail with great difficulty. Rehana married Safiq and left for Australia; I don't have a job. I have not eaten day after day. Did you say you bought acid while the case was going on? Yes, I said. I said angrily to Rehana. My picture was also printed in Ittefaq. Heresy husband in this title. Is your story over? Yes, brother. Now lie down. I'm falling asleep. Today I will massage my head in another way. I will soak the tip of the finger in water and cut the hair with wet fingers. It will feel cold, very comfortable. Fall asleep in five minutes. I lay down. Mr. Joynal is cutting Billy's hair with wet fingers. Really falling asleep. I said in my sleepy voice: You have no contact with your wife? No Didn't even try to communicate? I did. The girl wants to know how big she is. But I could not find their address. What is the name of the girl? I don't know what good name they have. However, the nickname: Ahna. Ahna in combination with jewelry. Ahna ahna, wear gold jewelry. Isn't the name beautiful? Definitely beautiful. The girl is now twenty-three years old. The girl must have been as beautiful as the mother. Who knows if the hair color has turned brown or not. Problems with pink. The girl has to travel around the country and abroad. Rehana had hair, so she had to stay abroad. Mr. Joynal is fingering his head. The sleep of the state is falling in my eyes. It would have been better to play the flute in a very light tone. The comfort of the body was associated with the comfort of the mind. I woke up and saw a very famous person sitting in the chair next to my bed. Rebel poet Kazi Nazrul Islam. The poet is looking at me with very angry eyes. The eyes twinkled. Poets do not like so much anger. Rebel poets do not agree. I sat up. I look closely and see that the one who is sitting is not a rebel poet - Farida Khala. The full chubby face was puzzled by the big eyes. Aunt Farida said in a hard voice, do you live in this stable? Good body? Yes, well. Well. No. What does that mean? Please. Humility Hope.

In your city. part-5 : I'm sitting in the middle of the boat. I am sitting with my legs dangling. Sometimes the boat sinks in the river water because it is swaying too much. The body is circling. Feeling shivering. The river water is not supposed to be so cold. Why is the water of this river so cold? It looks like ice cream. What happened? Isn't it a river of dreams? Even in sleep, a part of consciousness is awake. That part told me - you are dreaming. Now your sleep is thin. If you wish, you can wake up, and if you wish, you can sleep with your arms and legs extended. Or if you want to see the dream for a while. The dream was made subject to your will. I said - I see the dream. The dream does not turn into a terrible one. I have to take it. If I see the boat sank in the storm. I dive into the water. If you eat it is a defeat. What would happen? I can't say what will happen in the dream. Then leave the dream. I rather sleep a little longer. That's enough. Get rid of dreams from your head. I tried to shake the dream out of my head. The dream is not going away. In the dream, the boat is swaying a lot. I sat up. The cold of the river water seems unbearable. As soon as he sat up, the dream took another turn. It was seen that a huge steamer was speeding towards our boat. Search light on the head of the steamer. The light of that search light has fallen on my eyes. The eyes are burning. The boatman is desperately calling, Himu bhai, Himu. His throat was covered with the loud sound of the steamer's engine. The dream is going bad very fast. I need to get up. I did so. I met his eyes. The boatman is not calling me. Calling. Mr. Joynal! Himu bhai, Himu bhai is doing the same thing as the boatman. Mr. Joynal said, sleeping with the window open. You have seen the situation - you have taken a bath in the rain. Get up and wipe the body will get cold. I brought tea in a flask - eat tea. Do not wash your face and drink tea with stale face? I didn't say anything. The dream has not gone from the head yet. Even though the steamer could not see with his eyes, the roar of his engine was still ringing. The light of the search light is still in my eyes — this is why I am blinking my eyes. Mr. Joynal is pouring a glass of tea. He seems very happy. Before giving the news of any great joy, there is such a gleam in the face of a person. There is also a twinkle in the eye. When Adar's youngest daughter was first in the school examination, her father's eyes became so dazed. I don't know if Mr. Joynal has any daughter. Think and ask. Mr. Himu! Yes. You will get relief by drinking tea. Special tea. Tea from Gonemia's store. This tea is only available in two places. There is a Thatari Bazaar in Gonemia's shop, and you can find it in heaven. Allah says all good things are in heaven. I reached out and took a glass of tea. Mr. Joynal also looks good with bright eyes. Brother understood that it has been raining since morning. Seeing the rain, I thought I would give Himu Bhai a special tea from Gonimiya's shop. Thatari went to the market? Yes. First I bought a flask. You can't bring tea from an empty bottle of coke from so far away. Tea, isn't it hot? Yes, hot. How to eat? Great. It looks like liquid nectar. A little too sweet. The nectar must be sweet. When will want to eat this tea. Tell me. I bought a flask. Heating tea is no longer a problem. I will buy a kerosene stove next month if I get paid. Why? Sometimes he wants to eat good and bad. If there is an oven, I block it with font. Rainy days - buy hilsa fish and actually fry it. Or steamed hilsa in rice wrapped with banana leaves. I can run well. When Rehana was cooking. I used to sit next to him. I have learned by watching. Inshallah. I will feed you to prevent. Well. Rehana once had typhoid. Twenty-one days was fever. I used to cook. That's good. Mr. Joynal said with great interest, will you eat hilsa khichuri? Arrange? If you tell the cook, he will make arrangements. If you hand over five rupees. I will cook by myself. Jhum rain has fallen, if you don't play hilsa khichuri, it will be an insult to the rain. Stay today. Another day. Mr. Joynal pleaded, "It has rained a lot today." Friday, no need to go to the office. It seems that Allah has sent down the rain to feed the hilsa khichuri. Bring a hilsa? What did you say? Well, bring it. When the cooking is over, fill all the food in the tiffin carrier. Tiffin will be present soaking wet in the rain with Carrie in hand. Where will I attend? Going by address - to that address. Going to get wet in the rain? Of course. Eating khichuri on the occasion of rain. Do not get wet in the rain? Bhai Saheb has spoken very importantly. Don't play khichuri while getting wet in the rain - what is hilsa khichuri? You say the address: I'll take it With the address of Mr. Joynal, I went downstairs. It can be too late. No, I will come to Ashad's house as soon as it rains. A small surprise. I told Asha that it would rain in two days. In the dry season, it is raining after two days. The miracle of the fakir is revealed when the deer dies in the storm. As it is raining according to the rules: My miracle is being manifested. On the way out, he met the mess manager Abul Kalam. His job may have been knotted again. He is not sitting in the manager's chair. Sitting in another chair! The face is very dirty. I don't think I slept at night. Blurred vision. One day the age has increased. It's as bad to see a statue as it is to see someone sitting alone with a dirty face. A statue of evil can be blown away by killing a kite. One man cannot be flown. But you can try to make the person's mind better. I moved in that direction. I said with a smile, what is the news of Mr. Abul Kalam? Good. Not upset-what? No. Did you see how the rain fell? Dogs and cats have survived the rain. This rain is called lion tiger rain. Get wet in the rain. If you want to bathe in the rain, come. No. There was no problem with the job? I asked him to leave his chair and sit in another chair. Problems? No. Abul Kalam did not say in a very weak manner and looking the other way - it means the same thing, the job has been knotted again. The gentleman will not be disappointed until he gets his job back. However, as a last resort, I said: In the first rain of the monsoon, where the fish is happy. They jumped out of the pond and came ashore. And you are sitting face down? Abul Kalam said angrily: I am not a fish. Why should I skip? You want to soak in the rain. No one is telling you no. Job gone? Yes, gone. Happy? Go now feel happy Vision in the rain. One hour of drizzle is enough to make Dhaka city real. It started raining from three o'clock at night. It's nine o'clock. The city was about to be submerged in rain for six hours straight. There is also the joy of seeing a sinking city. There is more difference between the dry city of Chaitradin and the sinking city of rainy days than the sky and the abyss. Not two forms of one city, like two completely different cities. Every major road has become a river. There are currents in the road like the current of a river. There is up to the vortex. The situation is not strange even in the presence of tides. One knee water on the sidewalk. The open lid of the manhole is visible to the naked eye. People still fall into manholes — and today everything is covered in water. Today we have to move forward on foot. The first leg fell into the manhole. Whether. You have to take the second step only after being sure about this. Cars are sinking in places on the road. The car owners are trying to collect Tokai in a helpless manner. The car has to be pushed. Tokai are just as good at letting go of car wheels as they are at pushing cars. Four Tokai is enough to push a typical fifteen hundred cc car. They will push the car away with great joy. Bakhshish, it's better to get it. If not, there is no harm. They are happy to be able to push the car. Cricket is played in these streets on the day of the strike. Today is the game of swimming. Mr. Ershad's Pathikalia is jumping in the water. I saw a banana tree among them; Trying to swim with a banana tree. A cute little girl is riding a horse in a banana tree with a very serious face. Three or four boys his age are pushing banana trees. As if the girl is a rain queen. Queen of the Rain Festival. Very funny scene. If there were people on CNN TV, this scene would be captured on camera. The people of the world could see any interesting report titled Water sports in the land of bottomless baskets. The people of Bangladesh are adept at alternative systems. Arrangements have been made to cross the road without getting wet. This is being done with the help of two toolboxes. You can't do two rupees. If this situation continues for another three or four days, the boat will definitely go down the road. Awami leaders will wear Mujibkot and say with a smile: I did not say we have no speed without a boat. Did you see? Asha opened the door as soon as she rang the calling bell. Not a second late. It was as if he were standing at the door. Someone will ring the bell. And he will open the door. I said, "Let's go out and it will rain." Asha said, your condition is the same. What's up wet? The skin of the hand has turned blue. Don't have an umbrella? No. Out in the rain without an umbrella? It will make you sick. You're wasting time, why. Will have to go out while it rains. Do not enter the house? Water is falling through the body. In this case, the carpeted room can not be entered. Wipe the body with a towel. What is the benefit of wiping the body to get wet again? I have never seen such rain in my life. What a strange thing! Non-stop rain. I gave five minu

In your city. part-4: Himu, What about you? On the first day, there is no search for this dive dili. Meanwhile, hope has become restless. His idea has made you sick. I tried to tell him. Illness is nothing - your nature is to drown. You have dived like your nature. Asha also gave you a letter. What the envelope says to close the mouth. I could not read. I will definitely bring the letter with you when you arrive. I will read. We need to know why the girl wrote such a big letter. You must come as soon as you receive the letter. You need God. If you do not listen to me, God's wrath will fall on you. Iti Your aunt. After finishing my aunt's letter, I opened the envelope. HEEMO written on the envelope, is the English spelling of the name Himu HEEMO? Asha wrote the letter in English. The address is: Dear Sir. The letter looks like a schoolgirl writing to one of her teachers; When the letter is translated into Bengali, it looks like this: Dear Sir, I am very happy to be with you that day. Back home I thought a lot - why am I happy? Couldn't figure anything out. It can be a pleasure to talk to you in a very funny way. But many people talk jokingly. Spending some time with a funny person is the source of my happiness? Or is there something beyond that? I was waiting for you the next day with great interest. But you did not come. At noon your aunt said: You will not come. Some days you dive in without saying anything to anyone. Then your shadow can not say. Where are you Is this your nature? I wanted to know, what is the meaning of nature? He said that as soon as Himu realizes that someone is waiting for him, Omi dives. He understands that you are waiting for him; So dived. I said, he will get a hundred dollars every day, it does not matter to him? He said that even a thousand dollars a day does not matter to him. Because he is Himu. He told Himu that your aunt felt a kind of arrogance. I was most surprised by this. It is normal for people to be proud of themselves. Nature has sent man arrogantly into the living world. The unusual thing is when one person is arrogant towards another. Did you know that you are one of those infinitely lucky? You didn't come the next day. Your aunt smiled and said: He will not come again. As if your not coming is a happy news. I said, if he does not come, I will go to him. Your aunt said, "Is it okay for him to stay or not?" I said, he has no address? Your aunt said in a very happy voice - it would have worked if she had the address. Where does he live? He is not fixed anywhere. Today here tomorrow there. Bhojanang yatra tatra shayanang, hutta mandir. I find it very interesting. There is a group called Hobo community in America. They have also intentionally ruined all the addresses and turned into addressless people. Spending time here today, there tomorrow. Went around by train. Sleeping in one corner of the sidewalk to get the clipping bag. I was fascinated by their way of life. I took a lot of pictures of them. I have some slides. I'll show you. But for that I need to meet you. I have no power to force your straw. I'm just asking - to talk to me on the telephone for a few minutes. The reason is clear 2 I think you are upset with me for some reason. It hurts me to think that someone is bothering me. Maybe I don't have the ability to make people around me feel happy, so why bother? I clarified the reason. Otherwise you would have thought - I have fallen in love with you. One of the weaknesses of many men is that they think the girl is crazy enough to fall in love with him. I hope you are not like that. You must not remember the nature of the telephone number. Nor did you write it down anywhere. Humility Hope. Abul Kalam, a telephone manager, is sitting in our mess. You have to telephone with cash. Earlier the rate was four rupees but now it has increased to seven rupees. There is only one problem with the telephone from Mess - Mr. Abul Kalam listens to every word of the telephone with utmost attention. He does not seem to enjoy any work in the world. Do this. With great pleasure. He sometimes raised his head a little while talking on the telephone. This is done in an attempt to hear what is being said from the other side. I am probably the only person who sometimes puts the receiver in Abul Kalam's ear so that he can hear what is being said from the other side. For this reason Abul Kalam gives me some extra benefits. Like I can telephone at the previous rate of four rupees! Sometimes I am given the rest. Hello hope? Yes. I am Himu. How are you I'm fine. Will you come today I don't think I can come today. Waiting for the rain. I will leave as soon as it rains. I don't understand what it means to be waiting for rain. What is your relationship with the rain? Bangladesh is a country of rain. If you want to see this country, you have to look through the raindrops. I'm waiting for the pouring rain. Do you have a raincoat? No. Bought a raincoat. If it rains, don't fall under the umbrella Rubber gum boots with this. I do not know why these days did not come? Of course you know. I have to stay up all night; Waking up at night, sleeping during the day. Oh. Want to know why I'm awake at night? No. I think you are very curious to know - you say politely - no. There is no need to be polite to me. Why don't you have to be polite? Because I am not polite to anyone. That's fine. All right, tell me why you're up at night. There is a gentleman in our mess named Joynal. He can't sleep at night. I am giving some time to this poor man. I'm going out with him almost at night. Turning. The gentleman is very happy. Have you considered the great vow to make people happy? Not that. But it feels good to give joy to someone. All people try that very subtly. Everyone is invited to the joyous sacrifice of the world. I don't understand difficult Bengali. Explain. Not on the telephone, I'll explain when we meet. Do I have to wait for the rain? Yes. No need to wait long. It will rain from tomorrow morning. In English it is called Cats amd Dogs. One knee will freeze on the road. It will rain so much that even the dirty water that has accumulated on the road will get inside your gum boots. It will rain from tomorrow morning. How do you understand? My mind is saying. So what does your mind say? No it is not. But the way you spoke, it seems that you are absolutely sure that it will rain from tomorrow morning. The road will be flooded. Water will seep into my gum boots. I'm not sure at all. Amy said. Yet you are ready. Keep tea equipment with সঙ্গে See the rain while drinking tea? May I know your plan? The plan is very interesting. I will sit inside the pipe and watch the rain. Explain a little clearly. Several people in Dhaka city live inside the pipes. Pipe family. There are huge huge pipes for the sewerage line. Some of it falls under the open sky. Floating people find a home in it and live very happily. I will sit in a pipe like that and watch the rain. Oh. I have known a family living in Pipe for many days. They set aside a pipe for me. I have a bed pillow there. There are hand fans; There are towels. There is even a mirror comb. Do you go there sometimes? Yes. What is the toilet system? There is also that system. Very scary arrangements, however. I hope Abul Kalam, the manager of the mess I live in, will talk to you. Why? Emny. You will know how your voice sounds on the telephone. This is a hobby of the manager. People have many hobbies. Some collect stamps, some collect voice over the telephone. I don't understand anything Why? I did not answer the why and extended the telephone receiver to Mr. Abul Kalam. He says to Ganti - Hello, hello, hello. He seems to be from the side. Asha has left the telephone! Extreme frustration in the eyes of Mr. Abul Kalam. I said, cut the line? Abul Kalam said in a bitter voice - not cut. Left. Well, another day I will hear the voice. The tone of voice is not bad. Throat of sweet teenage girls. Mr. Kalam sighed and said, there is no need. Why are you upset today? Having problems with your job? Mr. Kalam did not answer this question. This means that after a while he has problems with his job. The owner stopped paying with notice. Mr. Kalam still came regularly. He sat in the front chair without sitting in the manager's chair. Then one day a faint smile appeared on his face. He went back. In his own chair. His old seriousness returns. The tone of voice also becomes different then. Mr. Himu. Yes. Is it right to say that it will rain? Really? I have spoken. I'm not a weather office guy anymore. He said very emphatically that I believed in this. Many have a lot of power. I had my own. What did you say? Not now. Was in childhood. There was a time of six or seven years. That's what I said then. That's why. Surprise! Suppose I am playing sports — suddenly I said, guests will come to my house today. Just coming. I remember once. I was playing Gollachuti - I had a friend named Hamid. He is also playing. Suddenly Hamid fell in front of me. Then I told him, tonight you are a heavy beating khabi. Beating will break your bones. Hamid did not believe? One of the sons of the father and mother lived in affection. Hamid was beaten? G ate. That day, robbers broke into their house at Esha's time. He tied everyone up and beat them. Hamid had a stick on his cheek, the jaw bone was broken and his face was bent. And not right. His name became Hamid with a broken cheek. There were two Hamids in our class. One is the cheeky Hamid.-The name of the other cannot be called obscene. Galbhanga Hamid often comes to the mess. One day I will introduce you. Yes, well. I'm going to get up. Mr. Kalam said in a humble voice: Don't talk to Madam Rupa. Didn't talk for a long time, that's why I said. Nothing else. If you have money, do the rest. You have to pay later. Didn't you think of my words again? Yes, well. Abul Kalam leaned down a little and said in a secret manner, "Brother, I can't explain to you how sweet the voice of Madam Rupa is on the telephone." Too sweet. Is that so? Yes. I came up with one thing after considering a lot of judgments. Brother. God knows the truth and lies. But my firm belief is true. Tell me? Tell me. The heart of the person whose voice is beautiful on the telephone is also beautiful. Is that your theory? Yes, brother. I have checked and seen that the facts are true. I will line up Rupa Madam? Memorize telephone numbers? The number is memorized when someone calls someone else in front of me. The number you called a while ago has been memorized. Tell me? Needless to say, I believe. Would you call this number later? Do you have this habit? Abul Kalam said in an embarrassed voice, suddenly. But I do not speak. I say hello and leave. The manager caught Rupa on the telephone. Rupa said in a calm voice, what is the matter after so many days? No matter. I called to hear the voice. The voice has been heard. Shall I leave the telephone now? No more listening for a while. How long? Minimum three minutes. Why three minutes? The song is like three minutex. That's why three minutes. Good. All right, listen for three minutes. Talk for three minutes straight? Or sometimes you say something? Why are you angry Rupa? Not angry. The body is not good. A new virus has come - that fever. A little while ago I saw a fever: one hundred and three points five. I think it has increased a little more now. Tell me what? Leave the telephone and pour water on your head. Three minutes is not over yet. Let three minutes pass. Please set aside one minute of the last three minutes for Mr. Abul Kalam. What does that mean? Our mess manager's hobby is listening to people's voices and researching those voices. He is interested in the tone of your voice. Shall I telephone him? Give it to me. I handed the telephone receiver to Mr. Kalam. He said in a very humble voice, "Madam Assalamualaikum." Listening to other people's telephone conversations is not a work in progress. I got up.

In your city. part-3: Asha didn't say anything. Went silent. However, it seems that he did not remember his aunt's words. He will not leave without deciding the matter of one hundred dollars. I looked at Asha and said in a serious voice: Will you make daily payment? Or at the end of the month together? I will do what is best for you. Lunch at noon, then grab tea biscuits in the evening. All this costs but yours. Of course. I will do ten or five duties. If it is more than that, it will give overtime. Of course. How much overtime will we fix? Be overtime as an hour. Do you think ten dollars per hour is too much? Doesn't seem like much. Aunt is looking stunned. Looks like he was so surprised by my conversation that he forgot to talk to himself. He looks like a fish. Not blinking. I looked at Asha and said in a simple manner, today is the first day because I have come without it, but today is free. No charge for today. Asha said, thank you. This time the thanks are strong. Not as vague as before. The aunt is still staring. Who knows what he thinks in his mind. Asha said, will I be ready then? I said, of course. What things to take with? Notebook pen for notes, camera for taking pictures. Cassette recorder for instantly recording conversations. Umbrella. Water bottle. A mobile telephone to keep in touch with the home. Is there a first aid box? Need to have a fast aid box. It is better to have a Swiss knife; Nylon rope must be taken. The most used rope in the world is in Bangladesh. Desalai, candles, torch lights will also be useful when. Who knows And another flask. Flask filled hot tea. Asha said, I will bring everything in ten minutes. After Asha left the house, Khala seems to have regained her power to speak. He looked at me and said in a hard voice - what have you started. Will you really take the money? I said yes. Can you take the money? Of course I can. Very simple. An ordinary girl, you will put this girl's head in full swing. No need. I will not leave hope with you. If necessary, I will show him Bangladesh. Then I say goodbye. Aunt said in a sad voice - if you want to say goodbye, say goodbye. Just listen to how good this girl is. A lifelong student. You will never understand what it is like to be a student. There is no need to understand. Her father died when the girl was one year old. The girl's mother married an American. I can hear now. That marriage is also broken or going. Are women preparing for their third marriage? Huh. Tell me, what a master woman is, such a simple child in the womb. You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh? What have you been saying for so long, A plus student. ঐ And what a master is a child in the womb of a woman. Not just studying, Asha can draw, sing, and win prizes in photography. Tell me what qualities are falling apart. Are you kidding? Why joke? He has to give the respect he deserves. It is your destiny to be able to take the girl around with you. I'm afraid you're going to fall in love with the girl. Aunt said in a serious voice - you do not have that fear. I'm scared of the girl. A very soft-hearted girl can see your madness and go crazy. I will not do anything like that in the girl's head. Beware. Of course not. Aunt took a deep breath and said - I want. If he finds a good boy, he should marry the girl. I do not trust his mother? Are you looking for a good boy or Ray? There must be a good boy. However, the cannabis-eating type. The heart is very good but marijuana is fresh. Aunt took a deep breath. Preparing for a hard rebuke. Couldn't threaten - hope was already fully prepared. This hope has nothing in common with the previous one. Where is Agartala, where is Chakirtala type mismatch. Jeans pants, red shirt. Cricketers' hats on their heads. However, the color of the hat is not white, but blue. Haversack bag on the back. Chule also seems to have done something that makes her feel like a Bengali girl. Asha looked at me in English: Let us move. I looked at my aunt and said like Khudiram, "Goodbye, aunt, come back." Listen, we are out to see Bangladesh. I will show you a lot. You will take notes, take pictures, think. Maybe one day you will be able to get Bangladesh out of this. Asha said, why are you talking like a teacher? Speak in general. You look like you're out to class with me. I went out to class. Hopefully think of a painter. This painter has seven colors in his hand. The painter painted with seven colors. Let's think that one of these seven colors is Bangladesh. Suppose that particular color is red; Are you following me Of course I do? The painter will use red color along with many other colors to draw the picture. Sometimes this color will be brown with blue, sometimes blue mixed with green. All you have to do is separate the red color from the painting. We have to find out where the red color i.e. Bangladesh is. The task is not easy. Is your speech over? Yes, it's over. First we go to see what. First we will look at eating cucumbers. You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh? What is cucumber? Cucumber English As far as I know Cucumber. We will see the scene of eating that pumpkin. Is this cucumber specially eaten in Bangladesh? Let's go and see how it is eaten. Then you will find out. Whether it has any specialty. I don't understand anything you say; My idea. You cannot act as a guide. You are trying to be funny but I mean busincss. I brought him in front of Gulistan; Cucumbers are being cut and sold here. People are eating. I said, hope you see cucumber eating? Yes, I saw it. Looks like I didn't have much fun watching the scene. What is fun? Nothing? No, nothing. A man washes the cucumber in very dirty water and then grinds it with salt. What's in it for you? I smiled. Asha said, why are you smiling? I think the girl is angry. At first the girl seemed to be a tearful girl. Now it seems she is not a teardrop. Asha said, don't mind. Cucumber eating scene seen now I want to go back home. Enough is enough. I said, hope you didn't see the scene well. That means you could not distinguish the red color. What I wanted to show you is that cucumbers are eaten by a few people, but they are surrounded by many people. They have no work. They are watching the scene of eating shashi with deep interest. Someone is sitting and watching. Someone is standing and watching. As if it is the most amazing scene in the world. Hope looked around. Then he said in a calm voice, you are right. I said, not that they are crowded because they want to eat cucumbers too. Can't eat because I don't have money. They are watching the scene of eating cucumber with joy. Would they be angry if I took a picture of them? Don't be angry at all. Will be very happy People in Bangladesh love to take pictures; Suppose a gentleman's house is on fire, he is running around like crazy, but if a journalist wants to take a picture of him, he will take a picture with a smile on his face. Truth be told. Yes, to be honest, in 1971 Pakistan Ami shot dead many people of our country in the firing squad. The Pak Army photographer then took some pictures with the camera. In those pictures, many people have been seen posing for pictures with smiles on their faces. You must be making up. I'm not making up. Not all of your words that I believe. Now tell me where are we going? Let's go see the hole. You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh? The T&T board is making a hole. About two hundred people are sitting in a circle and watching the hole being made. Watching with deep interest and joy. Some have arrived in the morning, will stay until evening. Asha laughed. I was surprised to see her smile. I haven't seen such a lively smile for a long time. He stopped laughing and pulled the camera out of the bag, saying you were making a subtle attempt to impress me. Tell me right, aren't you? Yes I do. If you don't impress me, I won't have a job. You can't get that for a hundred dollars a day; The main job of any intelligent employee is to keep the boss happy. I accept your argument. Not wanting to see the hole. Tell me what else can be done without seeing the hole. What happens if a beggar is admitted? Two birds will die in one fell swoop. The beggar will be interviewed. Your cassette player will also be tested again. Why should a beggar be interviewed for a cassette player test? Take your interview. Yes, take it. But the beggar I will take to is very interesting as a human being. Philosophical. You mean philosopher? Yes. Most of the beggars in Bangladesh are philosophers. Let's go. Let's go. Can't I take a rickshaw and walk? I can walk. Who are we going to. Is he your ex acquaintance? Yes. Inar's name is Badruddin. He works for rent. His rent from morning to evening is fifty rupees. If you wish, you can hire him for fifty rupees. I don't understand anything about you. You hired him for a day shift for fifty rupees. He cannot walk by himself. Lives half asleep in a box fitted with bearing wheels. You have to pull the box around. The one who pulls the box has to pay twenty rupees excluding the cost of food. All that is left with everything, the one who will rent. Let's do something. We hired Badruddin for a week. I believe we will have a fairly good profit in a week if it doesn't rain. Are you kidding? Or seriously? I'm not kidding at all. I feel like I have arrived in a very strange country. You have never been to a strange land. Begging is a very ancient practice; All the great saints of this country have begged. There is still a community in this country whose religion is part of begging. So in this direction professionalism has been created among the beggars. You come from a country where professionalism is respected. So I hope you don't underestimate the professionalism of beggars. Asha muttered, I am so confused. It was very difficult to find Badruddin. The slum where he lived in New Eskaton was suddenly evicted and the slum dwellers spread around. One of Badruddin's two wives lives in Basabo. I searched for him and found Badruddin before evening. I thought. There will be hopelessness. That is not the case. She was very interested in me. Badruddin sat sullenly. His mood is extremely bad because he has not been booked in the last three days. His rate is fifty rupees. No party wants to pay fifty. No one is getting over forty. Badrudin spat and said, once there is a way to get down to forty? My nephew told you? Once the price falls, it can no longer be lifted. Instead, I will not eat for three days. That's good. What do you think about this, brother? I said to the hair of the head, I do not understand. Badruddin sighed and said, "It is clear that you are a wise man." If he was not wise, he would have given a hut. The wise boy is taking time. The begging business is a big complex business. I'm on top of that. Lost address. No one in the old party knows. Where do I live? I said, Badrudin, the name of the person I came to you with is Asha. He lives in New Jersey, USA. I want to talk to you. If you don't mind. Badruddin did not look at Asha. Annoyed, he said, the mood is too bad. What can I say? Why? It's been three days and there is no booking. I said, we want to talk about booking. One week in a row will reduce the booking price. Fifty rupees daily is impossible. Maximum forty. The cost of eating is your own. Sorry. I will die without eating. But not a penny below fifty. I have an honor? Or no respect? Of course there is respect. But booking for the whole week is something to keep in mind. Is the retail rate and the wholesale rate ever the same? Badruddin leaned down and said, "My nephew heard that there were thirteen fakirs in the whole city of Dhaka." Two of them have gone to Narayanganj and one has gone to Mymensingh Sadar. Now we have a total of ten. Four out of ten can sing with me. My rate will not be higher? Of course there will be more. But your song is not good. The voice of Fakir's song is the same as mine - I am no longer Hemant. Let me hear a song for my guest. No. Why not? Not wishing. Asha said, can I take a picture of you? Badrudin said, no. Asha said, why not say everything? Badrudin spat and spat out a bunch of spit and said, if you had not eaten twice, no sound would have come out of your mouth. I'm not saying that. You bothered me a lot. Now I don't talk to journalists. Why not talk to a journalist? They print counter-news. Once my news was printed with pictures, he wrote about my three marriages. I have three wives on a daily basis. How much is your marriage? Two marriages. However, both have been divorced. If I want to make a family, I can do it. At present there is no mind in family religion. Badruddin, on the other hand, lit a cigarette and looked at him. I looked at Asha and said, what if you stop visiting Bangladesh like today?

In your city. part-2: Aunt Farida can never start talking without threatening me. Stared. When the old driver of the house came back after fifteen days talking about two days, the look he was looking at was the same. Then the bullying started. First he told me to get out of the house. Then he said: He has never seen a useless, useless man like me in his life. I still want to know why Bangladesh is not jumping from the China-Friendship Bridge to Buriganga. Then at one point his angry angry face turned into a smile. He said: Why are you standing like a goat and shaking your head? Boss. Don't drink tea. Syrup. Drink a glass of lemon juice with ice. Let some vitamin C into the body. Do you notice the condition of the body after drinking tea? Do you ever see yourself in the mirror? If he saw it, he would vomit and ruin the mirror. I would have calmed down if I could have bathed you one day. Then he took a deep breath and said - make that Morzina, Morzina Himu lemon juice. Morzina has been a housemaid for a long time! The aunt said in words that the name of Allah is not mentioned as many times as the name of Morzina is mentioned in this house. When Aunt started shouting at Morzina, she realized that she was angry. Sometimes it takes a short time to get to this stage and sometimes it takes a long time. Looks like today. Aunt's anger is growing. New things are being added to his abuse today. You are closed insanity, do you know it? Row comes out of the body of the insane. Those who live around this row are also insane. Do you know the ray that comes out of your body? Any healthy person will get sick if they stay with you for a week. Do you know that if someone kills you by strangling him, he will be destined for heaven? Aunt is shouting - I am standing as usual. Waiting for the lemon juice to arrive. And I notice that an unknown girl of eighteen or nineteen is looking at me and her aunt out of the next room very curiously. He is just removing his head with a twinkle in his eye. Seeing the girl, it seems that she is dying of shame about her aunt. Once he looked at his aunt and said in a sad voice: Please please. The aunt looked at him and said in a stern voice: Do not sniff at our words. Please don't say please. You live like me Then he turned on the heavy machine gun again - how many people fell under the truck and died - why aren't you dying? You are on the road. Whenever I heard the news that a truck had hit you, I would feed ten fakirs. Fakir has to inform me. Will come And will go away after eating khichuri. Speaking, the aunt entered the bathroom. His head must have been covered with blood. Water will be poured on the head. The stranger hurried out of the house and whispered, "Auntie, I'm sorry for the bad manners." And I'm sorry. I think he is a little sick. Patients with hypertensive disorders behave in this way. Listening to the girl's words, it is understood that even though she is a girl of this country, she has no relationship with the country. Growing up abroad. Code of Conduct is the language of the magazine. No girl in Bangladesh will say code of conduct in conversation. When we talk to those foreigners in English, we are a little scared whether the English is right or not, I think this girl did the same by translating from Bengali to English. He first translates the words into English and then translates them into Bengali. The sentences are not saying fast. Stopping and saying broken. Surprisingly, looking at the girl's face and clothes, it seems that the girl from Mofasbal has come to Dhaka from Chandpur with her father. You will see the zoo, you will see Ahsan Manzil. Buy sari before returning home, sandals from Dala. Buy. The girl's father will also take some pictures of the girl in the studio. These pictures will be useful during the wedding. These pictures will be sent to the benefactor. I have never seen such a calm and gentle looking girl. Such girls have a name - Ashrukanya. There are tears in their eyes all the time. However, they almost never cry but it seems to see them. They are ready for the mud. You'd better leave. This will be beneficial for both parties. I looked at the girl and said, everything will be fine if aunt tells me to eat sarbat. Call Morzina now and talk about syrup. I'm waiting for him. Why tell me to eat syrup? This is his rule. Be angry for a long time and then become normal. Good who are you I'm fine with your aunt's distant relationship. My name is Asha. Do you live outside the country Yes. I live in New Jersey. This time I have passed high school. I will enter the university. I got a chance at UCL. First come to Bangladesh? I came once when I was very young. I don't remember anything. Get rid of clutter fast without wasting time talking. I'm scared! There is no need to get rid of it very quickly. You will see that everything will be fine now. The aunt came out before the talk was over. Her head is wet. That means water has been given to the head. It is said that giving water to the head has been so beneficial. I don't think so. The mouth is throbbing. Red eyes. Aunt shouted as before: I have told you ten times, though very little. I will come before eight in the morning. I need it very urgently. Since I told you to come at eight in the morning - you want Eli at eleven and a half. I showed a feeling of nothing else. If I said come at noon, then come at seven in the morning. You can't be different without thinking. No need to prove: different. Our famous Himu Sahib. Dhaka highway tourists. Do not shake your head while standing like a goat. You don't have to be a lamppost to stand all the time. Boss. Syrup syrup? No. Why is that? Why would you be a different proof that you play something that benefits the body? Eat something that completely destroys the body. Eat Gajtaza. Didn't you catch Gaza? Not caught yet. Catch the one you're late for; And there is no need to catch. You live around the Gazans. That's where the food becomes. My aunt looked at the hope standing next to me and said: Make Himu a glass of lemon juice with more lemon. As she walks around in the sun, she needs vitamin C. Hope is looking at me with surprised eyes. Pressed to the corners of her lips. A hint of laughter. She looked terrified and restless. Suddenly all fears are gone. The light of the shining sun has entered the dark room. I sat on the cane sofa. Aunt is sitting. In front of me Wiping wet hair with a towel. His eyes and face have become normal. He said - why are you late to come? Didn't sleep well at night. The thief broke into the house. It was too late to talk to the thief. Is it too late to talk to the thief? Yes. I fed him tea biscuits. I didn't eat tea, I ate biscuits. Don't give me bizarre excuses Himu. Unbearable. Well, I won't go. You are supposed to come at eight o'clock. You are not coming. Hope became restless. Even though she is a Bengali girl, she has been abroad all her life. It is their habit to hold the clock. What has this foreigner got to do with my arrival? There are relationships. This girl has been in Bangladesh for one month. This month he will visit Bangladesh. He will take pictures and then go back and write a book. Discovering Bangla! So what is the need to write a book? He knows what he needs to write a book. I didn't ask him that. The poor thing has come as a hobby. What should I do? Do you have to show him Bangladesh? Yes. Is there any difficulty in that? Or what's the problem? I have not seen Bangladesh myself. It would be good if I could see Bangladesh with him. Two birds with one stone. One stone two birds. What do you mean by that? You have not seen Bangladesh? No. You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh? How will the insect that grows inside the mango understand what is mango? I am roaming in Bangladesh. How do I understand what Bangladesh is? Aunt was going to say something difficult. Couldn't tell. Before that, Asha came with lemon juice. Aunt said - Hope this boy's name is Himalaya. Nickname Himu. It will show you what you want to see. You can definitely walk around with him. No problem. Asha looked at me and said: Thank you. Thanksgiving is upon us, which means the holiday season is in full swing. Looks like he's not getting enough confidence. I said, let's go out. There is no profit in wasting time. Asha looked at her aunt and said, shouldn't the matter of payment be settled with her at the beginning? It would be nice to know how much he will charge for his service and what the mood of payment will be. Aunt said annoyed, what is the payment again? He will take you around — wherever you tell him to go, what's the payment again? Just take his service? Of course I will. Will he leave his work and go around with me? Does he have work again? His job is to go around. Asha said, I have a budget of one hundred US dollars per day. Aunt's face became angry again. He bowed his head and said: This is not America. This is Bangladesh. And it is doubtful whether Himu has ever seen a hundred dollars in his life. If I go out by rickshaw, I will rent a rickshaw. Divi taxi fare if you go out by taxi. The diameter ran out.

In your city. Part-1 There are some benefits to sleeping with doors and windows open at night. When the air in the house blows, you feel like you are part of nature, you don't feel like sleeping in a cage. Thieves will enter through open doors and clean the house but not. The thief's guide-book says that the lock will break into the locked room. But never enter a room with doors and windows open - there is a problem. No one keeps the door open. Surely there is but somewhere. But thieves are afraid. Relying on the psychology of thieves, I never had a problem sleeping with the door and window open day after day. But something happened a few days ago - I think a thief was coming into the house almost at night. I can't catch the thief. Many have thin sleep. They jump up and down whenever there is a small sound. Mike burst into tears and shouted, "Who's who?" The opposite is true of me. The sound made my sleep dark. Then I can no longer meet the eyes. Every night while sleeping, I think: Today I have to catch a thief. Anyway, the bat has to be tied and handed over to the mess manager. What does he want? What is there in my house that has to come every night. As far as planning goes, planning no longer works. In the end I decided: the distant ash thief is like a wandering thief. I sleep like me. What is he taking from my house? There is no bouquet of five hundred rupees notes with rubber band under the mattress. There are no diamond necklaces in the walnut wooden box. There is a cheap timepiece on the table. If you want to take it, take it. What is the benefit of losing sleep by tension about the thief? I got the tail. Let the thief actually come with his foot in the tail. Then the thief was caught. Suddenly I woke up and saw the thief sitting in the chair. Moonlight in the room. I can see the surroundings fairly clearly - the thief is wearing a check and lungi, he is wearing a sandal genji. His face is not visible - he is sitting with his back to me. Sponge sandals on the feet. There is a thumping sound in the sandals as the feet are dancing fast. There is also rhythm in the words. Thapatha thapa thapatha Thapatha thapa thapatha I listen to sandal music quite mesmerized. The thumping of the sandals stopped. The thief grabbed the drawer of the table and started pulling. This drawer is hard. It is difficult to open quickly! However, there is no problem even if it is opened. The drawer is supposed to be empty. Some letters, a key ring, a match and a candle. There shouldn't be anything more than that. The drawer opened with a loud noise. The thief looked at me once to see if this sound woke me up. Now he is looking at the drawer with interest. Now the key ring in his hand. The ring is ringing. I think Mr. Hall is having a lot of fun playing the ring. There is also a rhythm in it — Rinrin Rin Jhin Rinrin Rin Jhin. This time he stood up. The key ring is still in his hand. Unlock any trunk or suitcase with the key. What is the purpose of such a thing? If you do, you will make a mistake. There is no suitcase or trunk in my room. There is only the key to fill the ring. There is no lock to open. The thief crouched down next to my bed. He raised his hand and took the key from under the bed. He went and sat in the chair again. The thief now has a tin of biscuits in his hand. Rupa gave me a tin of these biscuits on suspicion that I had ulcers due to eating disorders. After an hour or two, eat biscuits and a glass of water. The work that I have not yet been able to do, the thief was seen doing quite comfortably. He also poured water from a jug into a glass. After eating biscuits and drinking water, you will definitely light a cigarette. I have a pack of cigarettes and a match under my pillow. Everything in this house is known to this thief. So it is almost certain that he will put his hand under the pillow for the cigarette. I don't know if I will let the thief do this or I will get up before him. Hello brother how are you This question can be asked. Suddenly hearing this question, the thief suddenly panicked and put a knife in his stomach, wouldn't he? I heard that he kept small arms with the thief — knives, blades, razors. Small range weapons. There is a crunching sound. The thief is eating biscuits. I sat up. In such a strange situation, I kept my voice as normal as possible and said, how are you? Crunching stopped eating biscuits. The thief wiped his lips with a glass of water and said in a more natural voice than me, G is better. What are you doing? Eating biscuits. Know the identity? Border number two hundred and eighteen. My name is Joynal. There is less light in the house. Can't think for this. I work in Krishi Bank of Motijheel branch. Cashier. You will recognize it only when the lights are on. What are you doing here? I'm sitting. I can see he is sitting. Why are you leaving your house and sitting in my house? Are you angry? Not angry. But I am very surprised. You come to my house often at night. Isn't it? Yes. What do you do? Eat biscuits? I have only eaten biscuits once before. I ate two that day, I ate one today. That's fine. Occasionally I smoke cigarettes. I eat only if there is a pack of cigarettes on the table. If you don't eat under your pillow, your sleep will be disturbed. That must be taken into account. Impressed by the gentleman's consideration, I took out a packet of cigarettes from under the pillow and handed it to him. He took a pack of cigarettes in a simple manner. However, he did not hold a cigarette. He said in a low voice, brother must be thinking me crazy? And being very angry at me. Enter your room at night. I turn around like myself. I eat biscuits, I smoke cigarettes. Trespassing case. You can also hand me over to the police if you wish. It should be given to the police. I used to do it myself. I am ashamed to do such a thing! I'm sorry. It does not seem to listen to Mr. Joynal. He is ashamed or sorry. He opened the tin of biscuits and took another biscuit. He looked at me. Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally. Do not eat without my permission. I said, eat biscuits. Mr. Joynal sighed and said, "When Brat wakes up, he is very hungry." After three o'clock at night, his head became numb due to hunger. I have a pillow in my bed. Cole pillow looks like banana. He wants to open the cover and eat it. Why is Raj awake? This is the real question. I wake up at night because I can't sleep at night. If you hear it, you will think that I am pretending For twenty-one years I have not slept at night. I said a little wrong, it is not twenty-one years yet, it will be twenty-one years on November 9 next. You haven't slept at night for twenty-one years? No Do you sleep during the day? Or do not sleep during the day? After the sun rises, I sleep for a few hours. Not every day. For example, I had a little sleep last Saturday and Monday. The doctor showed up? Dr. Kabiraj has shown everything. I have given Totka treatment. That's what I'm told to do. One said to eat bat meat. Even bats do not sleep at night. So eating bat meat will cause poisoning. Have you eaten bat meat? Yes. It is difficult to catch bats. I caught three bats from a broken temple in our village. I caught a boy for ten rupees saying he did not win. No one wants to cook. In the end I cooked it myself. I have cooked it for a while with oil and spices. How was it to eat? Very tasty. The meat is also beautiful red. Gorgeous meat; Soft. At first it looked very disgusting. After giving a little in the face, the hatred disappeared! I ate with gusto. However, the reason I ate did not happen. Didn't sleep. Mr. Joynal lit a cigarette. Insomnia patients are overwhelmed with joy when they find a partner to talk to at night. The gentleman has done so. Going to speak with joy in mind. He understood that brother does not sleep at night. How long can you stay in your own room? There is no way we can walk on the street - they close the collapsible goat during the graduation bar. I walk on the porch of the mess. Your house is always open. I entered your house in one night. From then on it became a habit. There is no Bengali proverb — Jur became the wife of Lenta, that Thaikya wife became the habit. Have you heard this proverb? Yes. This is the saying of our Netrokona region. A little porn. Forgive yourself. If you don't say the meaning of the proverb clearly, you will not understand. One of the wives of the village has a high fever. The head is not right due to fever and he has taken off his clothes. Completely naked in front of everyone. From this it became a habit. No words, no message, she burst open and fell naked. In essence, man is a slave to habit. Do you understand the proverb now? Yes, I understand. It's nice to talk to you. I sit alone night after night. There is no habit of reading story books. I have also tried to read. I don't like it. I bought a book by Saratchandra. The shopkeeper said the name is very good. I have read that book so many times that I have almost memorized it. Let's start with: Chandri of Chandigarh is a very ancient deity. Legend has it that one of the ancestors of King Birbahu won a battle and set up this temple on the banks of the river Barai, and later the village of Charigarh was gradually established under its auspices. No, needless to say. It takes some time to read the newspaper. I do not omit anything from the newspaper. I read everything. I read it twice. No one will be able to accompany me in the examination of General Knowledge. Said to see where Gautam Buddha was born? The day before yesterday was on paper. An article was published on the occasion of the full moon of Baishakhi — I read it three times. You can tell. Where was Gautam Buddha born? Give a hint to the first letter. I could not say. In the Shalban of Lumbini. Do you know where the death took place? No. Death also occurred on the full moon of Baishakhi. Shalbane. But not in Lumbini's Shalban. - Kushinara's Shalban. Great men are born and die on the same day. Bhai Sahib got up and annoyed me a lot. Don't mind. I know you think something. No. I don't think he would have listened to me so much. He used to get me out long ago. You didn't do that. He handed over a pack of cigarettes. There is a Japanese proverb - three winters can be warmed with a sincere word. Talking to you reminded me of a Japanese proverb. My student life was a collection of proverbs. I filled in a book of three hundred pages by writing proverbs and sayings. The people of the house mistakenly sold the book along with the old newspaper. I have never had so much sorrow in my life. Go to Vaisab? I said, well go. The gentleman went to the door and came back and said, I woke you up. If you allow me, I will go to sleep. How to sleep? I'll make a head. I'll pull the hair. Learned from the barber. The barber's name is Nek Mard. The name sounds Hindu. Actually Muslims; Very good people. Taught me to care. What did you teach? Head-making techniques? I also learned to cut hair from him. Tell me if you need a haircut in the future. I have all the scissors. Yes, I will. Now, if you allow me, I will make a head. I will put you to sleep in five minutes inshallah; He lay down with two pillows under his head. I did not object. I lay down with two pillows under my head. Head massage started. Mr. Joynal said with interest, how are you brother? I said, good. Leave the body; The more you leave, the more comfortable you will be. I left the body. Mr. Joynal whispered, "There is no need to listen to what I am saying or not." Insert with one ear and exit with the other ear. I said, well. The most comfortable massage is eye massage. I will give it at the end of it all. Then sleep will come. Do not feel comfortable brother? Looks like. Many people look at the comfort of the body with very bad eyes. That's not right. The body is the house of the soul. If the house is comfortable, the soul will be comfortable, right? Yes, that's right. Do you know the idea of ​​the mess? I don't know. Mess has everyone’s idea you have power. What's up? There is power. What does it mean to have power? Send some people with the power of Allah. They do what they want. Do you think I have power? I have no idea - people say. You do not believe? I neither believe nor disbelieve. God. When and to whom. Hard to say. Who knows maybe he gave it to you. It is not that if you are given anything, Allah will pull you down. He has endless treasures. God did not give me anything. But now you are relaxing through it. I am very comfortable. You have taken the head massage to the level of art. When to start eye work? It's late. The forehead will be massaged, then the eyebrows - then the eyes. Can't sleep? Yes. Very sleepy! I'm awake with difficulty. Why are you awake with difficulty? If I fall asleep, I will not get comfort. Relax as long as I stay awake. What is the name of the barber from whom you learned this job? Neckmard. Still alive? No He has died. Where is the grave? In Chandpur. Do not go to visit the shrine? No Need to go And burial arrangements need to be made. It will be written in white stone - Great head massage artist Neckmard I understand that my words are getting involved. Sleep is coming. The worthy successor of Ustad Nekmar has begun the work of his eyes. It looks like ants are walking with wet feet over their eyelids. One or two of the ants are evil again. As they walk along the path, they suddenly stop and bite. The comfort of that bite. In the words of Rabindranath - pain like happiness. Trying to remember the original poem. Sleep is random - not feeling well - Lotus flower Bimal Sejkhani Nilin tahe komal tanulata Chahinu in the face of the drink Basil chest pain like happiness. Himu. This is Himu. The poem disappeared from my head — suddenly it seemed that Mr. Joynal was not moving his hand over my eyelids, my father was moving his hand. I can even smell his skin. That means I fell asleep. Deep sleep. The part of the subconscious mind where the father was sitting in ambush. From that part he has risen. Yes. Done. Remember? No. Do you understand? Why? Well.

A Himu and few weevils. ( part-1 ) Himu never falls into complicated situations. He got into trouble. All those troubles do not even touch him. He's a lot like a duck. Trouble fell like water from the body. My hobby is to see what he does when he gets in big trouble. So I created a big problem for Himu. And I am watching his factory with great interest. My face is like I am at your service. I've noticed that girls of almost all ages do little things when they see me. Doesn't feel the slightest discomfort for him. A very unfamiliar woman will tell me in a calm manner - this boy, this yellow Punjabi, find a rickshaw. If you don't get a rickshaw, baby taxi. I will go to Malibagh. Get the rent right. A few This kind of work I do with interest. I fix the rickshaw by bargaining and hand over the things. He lifted the hood of the rickshaw. And last but not least, the headline made you read this article. Can be twisted with wheels. Yes, this time. The last piece of advice to the rickshaw puller, the rickshaw will be seen. No shaking. The person for whom these works are done is very normal. Don't be surprised at all by my actions. He assumes that he deserves this service from a complete stranger. When the rickshaw started moving, some people looked at me and gave me a polite smile. Most do not. Are bored The mystery must be in appearance. Someone looks like a liar. Even if they tell the unadulterated truth, everyone laughs and says in their minds - Auntie's story to her mother? How much more will the lie business? Don't stop this time. Again, someone looks like Satyuk. As big a lie as it seems to be telling the truth. There are some look thief type. The poor may be saints. School math sir. When they get on the bus just because of their appearance, the other passengers of the bus quickly put their hands in their pockets and see if the wallet is right. I have heard that cosmetic surgery changes the look. Do cosmetic surgeons know that for a particular thing on the human face, true feelings, false feelings, saintly feelings, thief thoughts are revealed? It would have been very useful to know. A man with a thief's face would become a saint by performing a small operation. I am thinking of such a high class standing in front of a huge shopping mall called Eastern Plaza. I am wondering whether I will enter the shopping mall or not. There are escalators. Climb the stairs like a free train. Before, people used to walk and stand on the stairs. Now people are standing on the stairs. Excuse me– The young girl's hoarse voice. Surely she will tell me to do something. I turned my head. He needs to see me telling him to forgive me. Apologies, this young woman is twenty-two or twenty-three years old. Absolutely no cosmetics. It is the current fashion to be casual without makeup. I see many people cutting their hair short like boys. There are various types of earrings in the ears. Earthen pendants: Santiniketani. Kano has come up with the earthen ornaments of Bengal. He is the soil of my country Wooden pendants: Japanese babajis are throwing bamboo and wood. Rangchong is being released in the market. Plastic Pendants: European. Stone Age, Iron Age, Plastic Age after Copper Age. Iron Locker Swing: Of course American. Americans will not do like everyone else. Will do something different. So they are making one earring. The other ear is empty. Some pendants. It's so weird that you don't look at the girl's face. Time goes by while looking at the pendant. One of my cousins ​​(Reshmi, went to university. Second year applied chemistry.). Earrings that. Later it is like a flower tub. There are green leafy trees in that tub. A tree has small blue flowers again. I said, silk, do you have to give water regularly in this tub? Reshmi said annoyed, why give water? It's not a real plant, it's imitation. The girl who said excuse me in a bee's voice has no pendant in her ear. She is wearing a beautiful sari. Sari is felt later. No habit. Safety pins can be seen in various places. Chubby face. Eyeglasses. The spectacle frame is silver. I think if it were gold framed glasses instead of silver, it would be very acceptable. This girl's face is made for the golden frame. Can you do me a favor? I sighed and said, of course I can. Not one, but two. A normal benefit. Another fau. The girl immediately frowned. The duality in the character of the girls of this period is very strong. When interviewed in a newspaper, they will say that they like men who have a sense of humor, who joke with words. Those men are the men of their dreams. In fact, if a boy jokes and says something to a girl, she will frown. No matter how pure the joke, the girl will find stigma in the joke and will say in her mind - where is Gopal Bhar. Extravagance all the time. The girl said, I have been trying to cross the road for a long time, I can't. The other day there are traffic police. Today there is no traffic police. Can you help me cross the road? I jumped into the middle of the road with my arms raised to see what could be done. As well as a huge shout - traffic off, traffic off. The wheel will not turn. In an instant, all the cars braked and stopped. The rickshaw pullers stood up. The drivers of the cars came out and tried to see what was happening in a panicked manner. Tokai have a lot of fun in such situations. They also jumped into the street. And like me, he raised his hand and stopped the car. A very enthusiastic man ran and left the palm of two rickshaws in a row. I looked at the girl and gestured to cross the road. He crossed the road. The road is already tangled. The driver of a car got frightened and tried to turn the car in the opposite direction. This gittu will not open automatically. It will take an expert traffic sergeant to open Gittu. He will come and beat up several rickshaw pullers - if anything. I said to the young woman, do you need any more help? I assumed the girl would shake her head. You can't count on the pain of crossing a small road. The girl looked at me and said, a little more fau can help. You can drive me up to the car. A man is following me. I'm not feeling well. Who's following? A man with a yellow muffler around his neck. When I was in Eastern Plaza, I was still followed. I still see it coming from behind. Shall I punch? No need to punch. Please follow me. I am following him with utmost loyalty. The girl suddenly stood up and said, good thing. Why don't you recognize me I was shocked and said, to recognize? Of course. I am the girlfriend of the range. Who is the limit? Who means limit? Limit your cousin. Married last month. Secret marriage in court. You witnessed that marriage. Oh yes. I remember. You were in that marriage? Yes I was. And you talked a lot with me that day. That's fine. I wore gold framed glasses that day. You said, I would love to have silver framed glasses. My face is not made for the silver frame. I bought the silver frame as you said. That's fine. You jumped on the car without recognizing me. Surprise. Would you do such a thing if another girl asked you to cross the street? I do not understand. I think so. Do you remember my name? Of course I remember. However, even if I remember, there is a little problem to pull it out of my mind. Name the flower. Done? Tell me what flowers. A flower that smells a lot. It blooms at night. I remember. Your name is Jasmine. Nothing happened. My name is Ankhi. Oh well, eyes. The girl found her car. A huge black car. Like cars, car drivers are huge. It was nice to see the driver looking at me with suspicion. I have become so accustomed to the skepticism of people that it feels like a shock to see someone with normal eyesight. Looking at it with suspicion, it seems that everything is fine. Ankhi said in an ice cold voice, get in the car. I was surprised and said, you are telling me to get in the car! Yes. Why? Get in the car first. Then guys. I got in the car. Ankhi said, I am not easily upset. I'm sorry you didn't recognize me. You don't recognize the girl who changed the frame of the glasses with your little words, how is that? The giant driver moved the rear view mirror of the car. I can now see the driver's face in that mirror. So he must be watching me. The driver did it to keep an eye on me. The car started moving. Ankhi said, please look back and see if any red car is following us. I said no. Even if you don't do it now, you will see in a while that car has come behind us. It will be known. I'm looking back. Ankhi said, you don't have to look back in this way. Let the car come behind. You sit up straight. I sat up straight. Do you feel uncomfortable going in the car with me? No. Then why are you silent, tell the story. I don't know the story. Talk. I don't even know. My girlfriend was talking funny things on her wedding day. I had such a problem, I couldn't even laugh. I couldn't stay in Na-hose again. Why couldn't you laugh? During the winter, I couldn't laugh because of this. I was surprised and said, can't you smile during winter? Ankhi said, everyone else could laugh. I can't. My skin is very bad. Lips crack during winter. If you try to smile with cracked lips, then you will understand my problem. You should marry a boy who will never try to make you laugh. Ramgarh puppy type. The eyes widened. I turned my head and looked into his eyes. The girl's smile should be noticed well. I have my father's advice on smiling. Take a good look at smiling people. You will learn a lot. The thoughts of the human mind are never reflected in the face. There is always a veil over the face. Only when people smile does the screen go away. The shadow of his mind can be seen on the face of a smiling man. Ankhi frowned and said, why are you looking this way? I see your smile. I did not smile well. Do you see the smile? Talk about fun, like that day. I'll giggle. You will see a good smile. If you wish, you can record my smile on a cassette. Well listen to your one laugh story I have done with many. I couldn't make anyone laugh. Looks like the way you did the story. I couldn't do that. Please tell, whats the story of them big puppys ..... Which story? The one who asked which class do you go to? He said class eight, second year. Then the questioner said, what is the meaning of class eight, second year? He said, I have failed in class eight for one year. Hence the second year. Ankhi finished the story and started laughing with joy. The screen should be removed from the face of a smiling person. The curtain is not moving from the girl's face. I can't see any shadow of mind on his face. Rather, it seems that he has hidden himself very well. The car stopped at Elias Francis. Ankhi said, I will get down here. I am taking a course on photography. If you tell the driver where you want to go, he will take you. And if you want to have coffee with me, you have to sit in the car for hours. I'll be back in an hour after class. My girlfriend's wedding day. I told you to have coffee with me. You said you would eat one day. I said, when one day? You said it would be the day I met you again - someday. You learn photography. I wait. You can sit in the car and listen to music. There are video games in the car glove compartment. You can play video games if you wish. Let's see what can be done. I got out of the car and walked around for a while. The driver of the car is looking at me. His suspicions towards me are growing at a compounding rate over time. I crossed the road. The tea shop can be seen. It will take some time to talk to the tea drinker. Another great advantage is that the tea shop is in a place where the driver of the eye cannot see me sitting in the car. I gave the first sip in the cup of tea, when I was going to give the second sip, someone put his hand on my shoulder. I turn my head and see a man with a yellow muffler around his neck. He has a little mustache. Mr. Hitler's butter fly mustache. Which no one but Hitler agrees with. A red car is also parked on the side of the road. There are two more people sitting in that car besides the driver. They are also looking at me with a hard look. The muffler on the neck said, will you come a little? I said with a smile, drinking tea. So. All right. Finish the tea quickly. I'm waiting. I said, you also eat a cup. I'm paying the price. The muffler looked as if he had never received such a strange invitation before. I said, what do you need me for? Mufflerwala did not answer. One of the two men in the red car came down. Sunburn. He has a drinking habit. The teeth are red. I am drinking tea slowly. It's good to have tea. It would be nice to have another cup. Mufflers don’t seem to give that a chance. I looked at the mufflerwala and said, can I know the matter? Mufflerwala said, you have nothing to fear, we are policemen. Of IB. I was relieved to hear the policeman, so I said, I am terrible, do you have any such report? Mufflerwala did not answer. I said, do you know my name? I don't know. Have I committed a crime that I don't know about myself? You've finished your tea. Get up now. Give it two minutes. I went to inform the driver of the eye. You don't have to give any news to anyone. He will worry. The mufflerman grabbed my hand. Which is called lightning fist. I got in the red car with him like a sensible boy. The hand held by the lover can also be taken away. The police can't go. I have never seen very large police officers up close. My race is up to the road traffic sergeant, the second officer of the police station or the OC. This is the first time I've seen anyone at the very top of the police. What a surprise to look like senior professors at the college. A smile on his face. He is wearing Punjabi pajamas. The tone of voice is soft. It doesn't look like that. This gentleman has threatened someone in life or kicked them with boots. This gentleman's legs must be short. Boots of that size should not be made. The decoration of the house is also excellent. Carpeted house. Not dirty colored carpets like office carpets. Looks like it was bought this month. The modern wall clock on the wall and the clock is not off just giving the time. There is a constant rumble in the AC of the office room. Office AC means patient with bronchitis. But in this room. Silent AC. I've been given coffee. There is no dirt in the coffee pot and the coffee is hot. Pretty good to eat. Your getaway? Himu. Say a good name. Keep the nickname for parents and friends. Good name Himalayas. Is the coffee good to eat? Yes, it's good. Not supposed to be good. A man named Idaris, who made my coffee, did not come today. Maybe one day I will be able to feed you coffee made by Idris. Sir, if you tell me why you have been brought here, the tension is reduced. Feeling tense? Tell the truth? It is almost impossible to tell the truth in front of the police, but if you want to tell the truth, say so. I don't feel tension. The gentleman leaned back in his chair. He took out the tissue with his hand in the tissue box placed in front of him. He wiped his face and threw the tissue in the cane basket at his feet. After a while the face seems to be wiped with a tissue. This is the habit of the policeman. He wiped his face three times in front of me. If you do not feel the tension! Yes, no. Whenever the police come and stand in front of any person, he feels tension. You have been brought there for interrogation, but you still do not feel tension? Yes, no. Because this is your idea. You have not committed any crime so there is nothing to feel tension. It's not because. I swallowed hard and said that most of the people who are caught by the police are not involved in any crime. They have more tension. Why? Because they try to prove their innocence. Trying to do this makes everything more complicated. The criminal gets out of the hands of the police The innocent usually does not get. What do you think? Are you guilty or innocent? Innocent. Then you should be afraid. Why not be afraid? I have a habit of being in police custody. Wow, that's good. Have you been convinced? No-is your race up to jail? Conviction has not yet taken place. An experience that remained. Is it okay? The gentleman waited for the answer with a smile on his face and leaned a little towards me. This is the first time he has been called a policeman It seems. Mr. Himu! Yes sir. You have nothing to fear. Thank you. Do you know any girl named Jasmine? Yes, no. Don't you know the girl who was going in the big black car? Her name is Jasmine? Yes Jasmine. Jasmine has a little sugar. Do you know his father ?? Yes-no. I am Jasmine's father. The gentleman smiled sweetly again. I smiled too. Raising his hand, he rubbed his face with tissue paper. This is what I want to do. The easiest way to annoy someone is to imitate him. She smiles when she smiles. He bends his eyebrows when he bends, he coughs when he coughs. When Bhadralok was the second officer of the police station, I would reach out and rub my face with tissue paper from the box. Not going to be with Ener. The gentleman stopped laughing and became serious. The police can do this very well. This cloud is this sun. This moonlight, this lightning. Himu! I blinked a little, the gentleman had been saying Mr. Himu for so long. Now Mr. is left out. I said politely, yes sir. I'm in a lot of trouble with this girl of mine. He's playing thief-cop with me. For four or five months he has been hiding somewhere. After spending two to three hours coming back easily. Let me give you an example. He will drive to Eastern Plaza. Leave the car somewhere far away and enter the Eastern Plaza. Then he disappeared. After a couple of hours it will come out very normally. He was not shopping for two hours. Was somewhere else. This is what he often does. I can't catch the matter even after trying a lot. Do you know where he goes! The barometer needle is coming down fast. I was before. You. Now you are. This is not you. The other is you. I looked at the gentleman and said with a sad face, "Sir, I don't know." Can you let me know I will know. But I can't say whether I will let you know or not. The gentleman took the tissue from the tissue box again. Rubbing his face, he said, you will know and you will let me know. I'm done talking to you. Goodbye now. Let me tell you something. From now on, I will put people behind you, not behind my daughter. There is such a feu behind the tiger. There will be feu behind you too. You look like an intelligent boy. Don't be confused by my polite speech and smiling face. Do you know my home address Yes, no. Jasmine never told you to have tea at home? Said. You didn't go? Yes, no. Let's go now. You can have tea. You can tell stories. And of course the real news will come out of Jasmine. Take this card. Here is my home address and telephone number. Sir, drink a glass of water. The gentleman rang the bell. Almost immediately a man entered with a glass of water. Not to mention the water. I don't understand how this is possible. Is there any signal in the bell taper? This type of bell means tea, this type of bell is water. Another type of bell means to kill the person sitting in front of you. Don't drink water. Sir. The gentleman looked at me with cold eyes. I said with a smirk, "It's not okay to drink water in police offices." They have dead bodies in their water tanks. I read in the newspaper. I see . Then it is better not to drink water. I came out and knew for sure that I was in a tough position. This is not an easy pot.

Himu last part : I live in darkness and light. I live in darkness and light. Between the conscious and subconscious world. Twilight zon. The world around me is vague. Am i alive A crowd of people surrounded me. Is it a hospital? I have no appetite, but a strong thirst. Water is wanting to scream water. I can't scream. Dreams and truth have become one. Real and imagination go hand in hand. I'm trying to separate them, but I can't. Someone is saying in a very serious voice, ‘Mr. Himu! Mr. Himu. Can you hear me No need to answer - do not try to answer. Just try to move the finger. I am your doctor. If you can hear me, try moving your toes. ' I try hard to move my toes. I can't understand whether I can do it or not. I can't even hear the words of the fat-throated doctor. All the sounds around me became vague. Then I heard my father's voice from a deep silence. ‘Baby! Baby! Can you hear me You don't have to move your fingers when you hear it. I can hear the ball in my mind. Only then will I understand. Can you hear me, baby? ' ‘I can. Why are you calling me baby If you name the Himalayas. ' ‘Your mother used to call the baby — this is why I am calling. Listen baby, your condition is lazy — it has torn your stomach and intestines. I am very happy. ‘Are you happy?’ ‘Very happy. There was one training left to become a great man — the training of intense physical pain. That is what is happening. ' ‘Am I dying?’ ‘It’s hard to say. Fifty-fifty chances. It's also good to have a long chance at a fifty-fifty chance. This is a wonderful experience. " ‘Dad, are you really talking to me, or is it just my imagination?’ It's hard to say, fifty-fifty chances. Fifty percent chance, the whole fantasy of you being sick. Fifty percent chance again I'm talking with. I can't talk for long, baby. They are giving you morphia. You will fall asleep now. ' ‘What time is it today, Dad? What date? ' ‘I don’t know. You don't need to know either. You and I are now living in a timeless world. This world is a strange baby. Heavy weird. There is no such thing as time in this world. No light, no darkness. Nothing. " ‘I really need to know the date. Esha will leave on the eleventh date. Mr. Morshed is supposed to go to the airport. Is he gone Is Esha back with him? ' "Do you want him to come back?" "I want to." ‘Then he’s back. The fun of the timeless world is that whatever the inhabitants of this world want, it happens. The problem is that no one in this world wants anything. " ‘Mr. Himu. Mr. Himu. I am your doctor. Can you hear me Payal moved his finger when he heard it. Good, very good. Let's see, this time you can. You don't have to break down — you have to keep in mind. You have to have courage. ' Once I regained consciousness. The doctor opened the blindfold. I am amazed to see the unbearably beautiful world around me. The smelly hospital room in Phenyl looks like Evepuri. An enchanted face comes towards me ‘Uncle, do you recognize me? I am Morshed. Do you recognize? ' ‘I can. Where is Esha? ' ‘He’s on the porch. It's a shame to come in. Shall I call him? ' "No, no need to call." ‘You don’t talk, uncle. You are forbidden to speak. ' I do not speak. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep again. I saw a huge mango tree in my sleep. Drops of rain are falling on the leaves of that tree like rain. The two are walking hand in hand under a tree. Man and woman. Who are these? What is their identity? They both deal with their confidence as they choose to embark on their play activities. The sound of suppressed laughter came from far away. I was shocked and said, who are you? Who? The answer comes in a heavy, serious voice. I am nobody, I am nobody! (Finished)

Himu part-12 : Yad's house is always shining Yad's house is always shining . They've probably kept all the lights on since evening. Today their house is dark. Extinguishing the lights on both sides of the road from the gate to the veranda. Just the lights on the porch. I asked the gatekeeper, "Is there no one?" "Apa is here." "Where are the two dogs?" ‘They are tied up. Don't be afraid, go. ' If you say there is no fear, it takes more fear. I am moving in fear. I saw Neetu sitting in a cane chair on the verandah. Today she is wearing a white sari. Blue flower yarn work in white sari. The sheet of the body is also white. Today I was the first to know that white girls are so attractive. Neetu saw me and got up. Said in a simple voice, Come on. ‘Are you all right?’ ‘Yes, good. Sit here, or go in? ' "The porch is good." ‘Yes, the porch is good. Did you notice that I sit on the porch most of the time? ' "I noticed." ‘Aren’t you in a hurry? You have a lot to talk about; I ask for tea. Tutti-futike come with food. If I don't give them food, they won't eat anything. ' Neetu got up. I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought I would see Neetu very upset. He doesn't look like that. Even if there is an upset, he has taken care of himself. I have noticed that those who are restless in small matters are quite right in big matters. Homemade samucha and pot-filled tea. Tray has brought Neetu. This is something he never does. There are other people to bring food. ‘The samuchas have just been fried, Khan. It would be nice. Talk to you soon? ' ‘No. Tutti-futibe food has been given? ' 'Given.' "Are they eating too much?" ‘No, they are eating boiled meat. Boiled meat with turmeric. They eat only once a day. ' I told Samucha to eat, British dogs eat once, but the natives eat all the time — they eat as soon as they get something. ‘Eats all day because training is not given. If given training, they would eat at once. Shall I pour tea? ' ‘Day.’ Neetu poured tea and handed over the cup. I noticed that Neetu was wearing pearl earrings in a white sari. ‘Sweet?’ 'Done.' Neetu sat up straight in the chair. Took a deep breath. Looks like he's going to say something difficult now. ‘Did you go to Yadar?’ "Yes." ‘Did you tell him to stop madness and come back home?’ "No." ‘I thought so too. You had so much fun watching him. It is not an easy task to confuse a person with beggars. Hard work. Not everyone can. You can. ' I said hi, I didn't say anything to him, because I didn't see the need to say anything. Why didn't you see the need? ' He will come back. Your love for him is strong, he has no power to ignore that love. ' ‘Are you trying to fool me by saying big things?’ ‘No. I said what is true. ' ‘You don’t tell anyone what’s true, because you don’t even know what the truth is. Speaking of illusions because you can create illusions. I wrote you a letter very politely. I hoped you would come. Didn't come. He went to meet Yadav but he did not go because of me. You chant to Eyad, telling him that there are two people behind him. That's why he fled in the morning with dust in everyone's eyes. Am I right? Don't be silent. Answer. ' I said, can I have a cigarette? Neetu said softly, of course you can eat. Your friend was lying in the field eating marijuana, why don't you smoke? But don't think I'll leave you easily. I will punish you. ‘What punishment?’ ‘You are the future. So guess for yourself. Let's see if your guess is correct. ' "I can't guess." ‘Have another cup of tea? There is tea in the pot. ' ‘No, don’t eat anymore. I'll get up now. And don't worry. The memory will come. ' "Thanks for the comfort." Neetu smiled. But his eyes are shining like the eyes of a sick man. I left the chair and stood up. Neetu said, you are leaving without saying what punishment I will give you. Can't guess? "No." ‘Try a little. You can only try. ' "I can't." "All right, go." Neetu stood up. I am walking towards the gate — and I am scared. Unnecessarily intense fear. It looks like a sack that encloses with a drawstring. I can't walk properly. After moving closer to the gate, I realized what Neetu was going to punish. Once he wanted to shout - 'No Neetu, no.' His time was not found — Tuti-Futi came running like a meteor. Before falling to the ground, I saw a glimpse of Neetu standing on the verandah with his fingers raised. She looks like a goddess in a white dress. Neetu hissed and said, Kill him. Kill him.

Himu part-11 : Rupa's letter has arrived. Rupa's letter has arrived. The envelope is lying on the floor due to negligence. If it was a little longer, I would stand on the letter. Open the envelope I sighed just one line on such a big piece of paper, how are you? Didn't sign the name, didn't give the date. There is no way to know where the letter was written. Just one sentence how are you? The question mark is drawn on white paper in a gentle manner. I sighed and immediately felt like I hadn't read Rupa's previous letter in its entirety. What was written in the letter? It will never be known, because I have lost the letter. If you ask Neetu, maybe you will know. Neetu read the letter. I have to go to Neetu. I can't trust to go, because I can't find them. He is not in the previous place. Tulsi was the girl. He doesn't know anything or even if he knows, he doesn't say anything. Neetu's manager doesn't even know. Neetu fell into the trap of deceiving those whom he had kept behind him. He will find the person who has changed his mind and joined the beggars of Dhaka. When Neetu comes and stands in front of him, Yadek has to bow his head and go with him, because Neetu has tremendous power of love. God has not given man the power to ignore this power. He has left this power only to him. Memories are not a problem. The problem is Morshed. He too has disappeared. He doesn't come to eat at Majnu Mia's rice hotel. Doesn't go to the old house. I do not know the address of his relatives. But he doesn't think he will go to his relatives. He can only go to Esha. I don't know why he seems to have gone. In the big city, some people suddenly get lost — no one can find them. Morshed is also lost? Disappeared? Nature has given man many powers. Did not give the power to disappear. However, nature has also made arrangements to compensate for the incapacity of human beings. If someone wants to disappear, nature gives him that opportunity. One day I went to Esha's house. Esha opens the door and says happily, hey you. ‘How are you?’ ‘I’m fine. The one you went to is no longer looking. Grandma Rose asked once and the man came. ' "Is he there?" ‘No, no. Do you know my idea? My guess is you brought up the research. When the grandmother is not there, attend. Come on in, take a look. " Today Esha looks very happy. It seems that his age has also decreased. She is wearing brightly colored sari. But still bare feet. You took Grandma to the hospital that day. He liked the medicine. You bought it. Grandma wants to give you that money. That's why he's looking for you so much. I told my grandmother, you are just busy she won't take the money. ' ‘Why do you have this idea of ​​not taking money?’ ‘Looking at you, listening to you. I can understand a lot by looking at people. ' ‘No, don’t understand. I will take the money. In all, forty-one rupees has been spent. I have come today to take the money. ' ‘Are you telling the truth?’ "Yes." "Sit down, I'm bringing money." Esha brought the money. I got up. Esha said, you sit down. I sat down again. Esha sat in front of me. She said easily, I will not meet you again. I am leaving the country next week. My cousin lives in New Jersey, USA. Immigrant. He arranged a green card for me. I will go to him. ‘Wow, that’s good!’ ‘I don’t know good-evil. I didn't bother about the good and the bad. ' ‘Good luck. In a new country, you can start a whole new life. Suddenly old memories will bother you if you are here. Maybe one day I met Morshed on the way. You can't think what to say, he can't think either. Or suppose you are passing in front of your house in Khilgaon. Suddenly I thought, hey, how many stories have we had in the night when two of us sat down to get a chair on the porch of this house. ' Esha stopped me and said sharply, why are you telling me all this? "That's what I'm saying." ‘Listen Mr. Himu! You are subtly trying to create a sense of guilt in me. ' ‘Why try? You already have guilt in you. This guilt is also at work behind leaving the country. ' "It simply came to our notice then. ‘Contaminable. Guilt is one of the few things that can completely destroy a person. Get rid of this guilt. ' ‘How do I get rid of it?’ ‘Build a simple relationship with Mr. Morshed before leaving the country. Talk, tell stories. See if he can arrange a job. I can also help you find a job. I know some powerful people. ' ‘Mr. Himu. You are talking nonsense. I will not do any of this. My flight at three o'clock on the eleventh. I'm impossibly busy. There is no will without it. ' ‘Ticketed?’ ‘Yes, Mejo brother sent the ticket. Bangladesh Biman flight. ' I stood up and said, Esha, you can't go. You have to stay in this country. ‘That means!’ ‘I mean I don’t know. I sometimes see the future before my eyes. I can clearly see you standing under a mango tree holding Mr. Morshed's hand. ' ‘Are you trying to scare me?’ ‘I’m not scared. I will tell you in advance what will happen. ' ‘Please, you go now. I was wrong to talk to you. Listen, Mr. Himu, my flight at three o'clock on the eleventh — you have no power to stop me. Please go now. Never bother me again. ' I need to make two telephone calls. I arrived at Tarangini store with a rickshaw. The new boy is staring hard. I said, I have come to buy ball points. Take this for ten rupees. The boy's hard eyes cast a shadow of fear. She doesn't understand me. I'm afraid I don't understand. ‘A few days ago I sent a manager to buy a pen. Came? ' The boy nodded yes. The fear in his eyes is getting darker. "Come to buy another one because it is not written in that pen." ‘Brother, what is your identity?’ ‘I have no identity. I'm not one. I am Nobody. The telephone is OK. ' "Yes, there is." "I'll make two telephone calls." The first telephone call to Badal. Badal was startled and shouted - who, not Himuda? "Huh." "Where are you calling from?" ‘Where again? From prison. ' ‘Let me call from jail?’ ‘No, but he gave it to me. The district master has made arrangements. ' ‘You will give it. Who will say“ no ”if you want. How long have you been in jail? ' "Six months." ‘What is he. Dad said, one year. ' ‘It’s been a year. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. " "Then I'll see you in three months." "Yes." ‘I feel great. It is giving thorns to the body. ' ‘You do me a favor, Badal. Find a guy. His name is Morshed. ' ‘Where to look?’ ‘It’s hard to say where he is. But I think he came in front of a one-storey house at 132 Khilgaon late at night. He saw a mango tree in the empty space in front of the house. There are actually no trees, but the man sees. He would go there once a night to see the tree. I think so. ' ‘Say what!’ ‘Interesting thing. I'll get you out of jail and tell you everything. Now your job is to get that guy out. And tell him he must be at the airport before three o'clock on the 11th. ' ‘Why Himu brother?’ ‘A woman will leave the country at that time. The woman should meet the man. Can't you tell? ' ‘You don’t have to go. You just give the news. ' ‘I put down the telephone. I could have found Mr. Morshed myself, but I have other work to do. I have to go looking for them. I have to meet Neetu too.

Himu part-10 : I went out in search of Yad. At eleven o'clock at night I went out in search of Yad. I remember at Mirpur number ten, C&B warehouse. Ceramic slabs of road culverts piled up inside the warehouse. It looks like a huge cylinder. Yadav's family in one of them. As soon as he called out from outside, he said happily, "Come on." I will enter with my head down. Wait a second, turn on the light. He lit the cup. I entered. A little rotten stench entered his nose. "I remember the smell is turning my entrails upside down." ‘Smell for the first moment. Then I won't get it. Put your head down. ' One end of the cylinder slab is wrapped in polythene, the other end is a burlap curtain. An old blanket is laid out vertically below. Iyad is sitting on the blanket smiling. ‘I knew you would come. I did not inform you on purpose. You're the greyhound type. I will come sniffing the smell. How do you see my family? ' "Not bad." ‘Doesn’t mean evil? Excellent. Do you feel cold? ' "No." ‘Facing east-west. There is no way for the north wind to enter. Do you have mosquitoes? ' "No." ‘One face is covered with polythene, the other face is covered with burlap. There is no way for mosquitoes to enter. ' ‘Where did I find such a comfortable place?’ ‘There is more comfort than this. The rent is high. ' I was surprised and said, you have to pay the rent! "Of course you have to." ‘How much does it cost?’ "Two rupees." ‘Two rupees a month?’ Iyad said annoyed, you went crazy? Have you thought about the period of Shaista Khan? Two rupees per night. The charge is higher in winter. One rupee per night in summer. No matter the monthly contract. ‘Who rents?’ ‘There is a chief. Sardar takes. C&B-B takes the doorman, takes the police, a lot of sharing. I don't know. " ‘Does anyone live on two bucks?’ ‘Of course there is. Which is not empty. Lots of space without it. In some places the whole family is united. Have a cup of tea? ' ‘Do you have tea here?’ ‘Oh no. But it is close by. If you call, it will go through. Tea, cigarettes, drink. ' "I think you're happy." ‘Of course I’m happy. There is no thought. You don't have to worry about who said what a comfortable sleep it is, you can't believe it. Do you know what I think? All of us should be beggars for a while just to know what a comfortable sleep is. There is no comparison to the community feeling among the beggars. From the outside we think one beggar can't see another beggar, that's very wrong. Everyone is looking for everyone. Hold on, smoke. ' ‘Have you caught a cigarette?’ ‘Huh, I got it. I ate cannabis one night near the High Court shrine. I turned my head and fell. I woke up in the morning — ha ha ha. ' Iyad shook his head and started laughing. I said, do not think of Neetu? Iyad remained silent for a while and said, no. ‘Absolutely not?’ ‘Oops. I remembered what you said. ' "Don't you want to know how he is?" "It simply came to our notice then. Why be bad? ' ‘How is your real work going?’ ‘Not moving. Of course I'm not singing myself. There is nothing to hurry. Be slow. First I merged them with the main stream — then. ' ‘Couldn’t they blend in with the mainstream here?’ ‘Oops. They are very clever, I understand Himu, he quickly realized that I am not one of them. Someone from outside. ' ‘Don’t say anything?’ ‘No, don’t say anything. Is silent. But there are many like me. ' "What do you say?" ‘The beggar turns around with various pushes. There are several foreigners. One of them is from the Netherlands, a huge thief. I didn't say whether it was tea or not. Khabi? ' 'Eat.' Iyad removed the jute curtain and called, Tulsi, Tulsi, two teas. ‘Look at Tulsi a wonderful girl. I have never seen such a good girl in my life. ‘How old is Tulsi?’ ‘It will be seven or eight. Not much. ' ‘Does he beg?’ ‘Gabtali sells tea at the bus stand. Tulsi's father and he are in business. Good income. ' Tulsi came in with tea. Beautiful warm sweater on the girl. The hair on the head is red. Blonde girl Iyad said, Tulsi is my very close friend. Tulsi looked at me sideways, said nothing. Iyad said, have a cup of tea, I will take it later. Himu, how did I see Tulsi? "Good." ‘Deadly wit! Do you know how I understood? Tulsi told me that two people were watching me. I didn't understand anything. " "Are the two of you watching?" ‘Huh. Neetu's deeds. It is his habit to keep an eye on me all the time. One day I will see Tutti-Futike present. ' ‘What to do if present?’ Iyad said in a serious voice, if he is really present, then I will say, stay with me Neetu. ‘Do you think Neetu will stay?’ ‘Nothing can be said, it can be. It's comfortable to be here. From one night, you can feel it yourself. Stay? ' "Uh, I'm out of breath." ‘Kupi’s breath is suffocating. I will see the comfort as soon as the cup is extinguished. ' Iad blows out the cup and it is dark all around. I have never seen such darkness in my life. ' "Himu." "Huh." ‘I haven’t started a day or two with beggars, yet I’m getting weird weird information. Let me tell you - our idea is that beggars get more begging on one or two dates of the month. People have salary money in their hands. They give more than begging. That's not the point at all. The biggest begging is in the last week of the month. Isn't that interesting? ' ‘Huh. Interesting. ' ‘There is a lot of research. Research is also needed on those who are begging. No work has been done in this direction. There is a classification of beggars, you know? ' "I don't know, but I can guess." Do you know that atheism is the most beggarly thing? "I can guess." ‘The family structure has collapsed. Husband and wife live together, while the wife returns to the husband with someone else for some time. This is also true of husbands — they are creating a whole new kind of society. The laws of that society are different. They are becoming like nomads. No more than three nights in a row. Wandering around. Do you find it interesting? "Looks like it." ‘The survey I did earlier about the income of beggars is completely wrong. Among the beggars, new mothers, that is, those whose children are one month or two months old, can earn very well. However, in these cases, the new mother's head does not appear to be weak — the baby is rented. Forty to fifty rupees daily rent. I get so much information that you can't even imagine. It will take a lifetime to get this information. ' ‘Does this mean that you will spend your life in this pit? Won't I go back to Neetu? ' Iad raised his hi and said, let's see. "I'm leaving today." ‘Will you come tomorrow?’ ‘I don’t understand I can come. Do you need anything? If you want, tell me, I will bring it. ' "It doesn't take anything." ‘Need money?’ ‘No. If you have a handkerchief in your pocket. I have a cold. The lack of handkerchiefs is causing some problems. ' I got out of the yard and went down to the main road and saw the manager waiting for the car. I said, you have not gone yet? Go away. "Let me deliver you, sir." ‘I’ll walk home. You don't have to deliver. ' ‘What shall I tell you?’ I'll see him in a few days. I will say whatever I want then. ' "He is very restless, sir." "I understand." ‘Can you come tomorrow morning?’ "No." ‘When are you coming? It is better for me to say the exact day. sister will ask, if you can't say anything, you will be angry. ' ‘Born as a manager the boss’s anger has to be endured. If you were born a beggar, no one would have to borrow. Survivors who don't have to be respected for their kindness, aren't they? ' The manager did not answer. He looked at her with sad eyes. I feel sorry for the poor - but there is nothing to do. It was not time to go to meet Neetu. Neetu will have to wait.

Himu part-9 : A letter from Neetu has arrived. A letter from Neetu has arrived. Neetu's temperament also looks like Yadav's. Sent the letter by typing in English. Not sent by mail, sent by hand. Neetu's manager has brought the letter. Instructed on it, the letter will wait with my hand and take the answer. The managerial class employees of the rich tend to be annoyed at everyone except their own boss. I saw this gentleman very upset. He said in a threatening voice, where do you live? ‘Tell me why?’ ‘I have come up with this ten times. There is no arrangement for me to sit and wait. Mess office closed. I asked someone to bring me a chair, and he said goodbye and left. He has not been seen. I said in a serious voice, then when you come, bring a folding chair with you. The manager's face hardened. It seems that he is not used to hearing such talk. Neetu took out the letter and said, read the letter and write the reply. Apa says to take the answer. "I will not read the letter now." The manager said in a shocked voice, can not read the letter now? "Yes, no." "She sent the letter." I raised my hand and said, you are the reader and your grandmother is the reader, I will not read the letter now. ‘When to read?’ ‘I can’t say that either. I have a headache. Bad kind of headache. Now it has begun. I will take a long bath in very cold water. Then I will close the door and sleep. If I wake up and see that my headache is gone, then I can read. I can't do it again. ' "Urgent letter." ‘My sleep is more important than a letter. You better do one thing, go now. Find it once a night. ' ‘Shall I tell you you don’t want to read the letter?’ I looked at the manager's face, he was trying to scare me. People are changing fast — everyone wants to be scared. He wants to work by showing fear. When someone shows fear, Ulta wants to scare him. How can the manager show the ultimate fear to the guy? Nothing is coming to mind. The manager said with a hard face, "Shall I tell him that he will read when he wants to?" Not wanting to now. I said hi, you can say. "Well, I'll tell you." ‘Take the letter with you. Bring it when you come at night. ' "You're not doing the right thing." ‘Not everyone works properly anymore. Some people do wrong. I am used to doing wrong. You take the letter and leave. ' "Yes, no, I'll wait." ‘Well, wait. I have a chair in my room. Take it out. Sit on the porch. Good afternoon. ' I took out the chair. I took a bath for a long time. The manager is sitting like an idol. I closed the door and went to sleep. Woke up in the evening. I called without opening the door, Mr. Manager. ‘Yes?’ ‘Are you still there?’ "Yes." ‘Have a car with?’ "Yes." ‘Then go to the Tarangini store. Buy a ball point. You have to write a reply to the letter. I have a ball point. I bought it for ten rupees - he is not writing. ' "I have a pen." ‘Your pen won’t work. I have to write in my own pen. ' ‘Buy from Tarangini store?’ "Yes." "Where's the store?" ‘Guys. You may be asked for ten rupees for a ball point but you will pay ten rupees. If you don't want to take it, you will force it. ' The manager sighed and said, "Yes, I will." You please. Read the letter. His hard feelings are no more. Now he is looking at me with frightened eyes. I opened the door and took the letter. I explained to the manager where the Tarangini store is. The gentleman said once more, shouldn't it be bought from somewhere else? I said in a hard voice, no. Neetu writes: Mr. Himu, Hope you are happy. Of course, nothing happens because I don't expect it. You will be happy all the time, and will confuse and endanger the people around you in various ways. There is also happiness in getting others into trouble. You never lack that happiness. You already know that your friend has finally accepted your thoughtful advice. He has become a beggar. I never imagined that such a ridiculous thing could happen. I don't remember this information as you know, I also know. But you showed me how foolish he is. I told their relatives it was nothing more, It's a kind of game. That's the decent thing to do, and it should end there. But I know it's a game for you, not for you. The game you are playing is a dangerous game. Hope you know where to end the game. I have two people behind me. They are watching him all the time. I thought he would be disillusioned before two days had passed and he would be back home. I don't have to force anything. But he is not returning home. As soon as you receive this letter, arrange for him to return home. One thing I want to make very clear to you is that, no matter how stupid he is, I love him impossible. Love measuring instrument did not come out. When I came out, I would show you the amount of my love. I will not tolerate any harm to him. I will not let anyone do that harm. Our manager knows where he spends the night. He will take you there. You will remove the ghost from his head and bring him back to me and never keep in touch with him again. This task is not difficult for you, it is quite easy. I am ready to pay a very high price for this simple task. Tell me price. There was more to talk about, feeling tired. Neetu I finished the letter and called, Mr. Manager. The gentleman responded immediately, yes sir. ‘Did you get a reply to the letter?’ "Yes." ‘Bring ball points?’ "Yes." ‘How much? ‘I wanted four rupees — you asked for ten rupees, I gave it. Didn't want to take. I have come to insist on your word. ' "Well done." ‘Will you reply to the letter?’ ‘No. But I will go looking for you. Let's go. ' "She is OK. He has a place to sleep - he returns there at eleven o'clock at night. ' ‘Does he look like a beggar now?’ "Yes, it does." ‘Begging?’ "Yes, no." ‘How’s it going?’ ‘I don’t know exactly. Looks like he came out with some money. ' ‘Eating?’ ‘Didn’t eat anything on the first day. He ate a loaf of bread at night. ' ‘Then?’ "I only know the news from the first day." "Don't you have people to keep an eye on him?" "Yes." "Manager, have you eaten or been sitting here since noon?" "I haven't eaten anything." "Go, eat." "Yes, no." ‘Why not?’ The manager did not answer. I said, what did Neetu tell me not to hide my eyes for even a moment? "Yes." ‘Then let’s go. Come with me. I will feed you. ' "It doesn't have to be." "Let's go." "Sir, don't eat anything."

Himu part-8 : Can't find a place to telephone. Can't find a place to telephone. Green Pharmacy closed. The computer has a new service center. They have a telephone let them call whenever they can. The service center is also closed. I have come to Tarangini store. The new boy saw me and said, the telephone is broken. Lying means going. The skin of the face has become stiff while speaking. He seems to have fixed it beforehand he would say, "The telephone is broken." I said in a sincere manner, would it be right to give a whole dozen rupees? "I said it's ruined." ‘How long have you been at work?’ ‘What do you need with that?’ ‘No need, I’m just asking. Muhib came in? ' "No." ‘Do you know his address?’ "No." ‘What is your address?’ ‘What do you do with my address?’ The boy is making a hard voice. It feels good to bother. I'm wondering how to get more angry. ‘When does your store open?’ ‘If you want to make a deal, make a deal, or go. ' "You haven't said your address yet?" "Hey Duterte." I sighed and said, do you have a ball point pen? Let's see. He put a pen in front of him. He looks like he would have been happy if he had stabbed me in the eye with a pen. ‘How much?’ "Ten rupees." ‘Not a Bangladeshi ball point?’ "Huh." ‘These are sold outside for three rupees. Why do you have ten rupees here? ' ‘You buy Thaikya outside.’ ‘I want to buy you from here. If the thing of three rupees is more, it will be four rupees. If it is more than that, it will be five. Why ten rupees? ' "If the price is too high, don't take it." ‘I opened my wallet and bought a ball point worth three rupees with my last ten rupees note. We have to go in search of money. On the first day of the month, my uncle gave me four hundred rupees. The only condition is that I will never be able to go to his house. His son Badal should never see me. Fupar's idea is that Badal is being defeated by my influence. The only way to save Badal is to keep him away from me. No money was taken from Fupar for two months. The air cooler runs in Fuper's office even in winter. If the air cooler doesn't have a beeping sound, maybe his mood doesn't come up. "How are you, Fupa?" Fupa said without lifting his face from the file, come inside. Not seen for many days. I forgot to tell you, or I forgot to tell you. How are you? "Yes." ‘I was pretty sure you were in jail. People like you can't hang out for long. Sometimes they have to go to jail. Didn't the police catch you? ' No ‘I must have told Badal you are in jail. You have been sentenced to one year. If not, I would be anxious to find you. ' "Shall I sit, Fupa?" Fupa was surprised and said, why are you taking permission? Boss. ‘As soon as you enter your office, you feel like an office worker. You think big sir. It's scary to sit in front. ' Fupa was happy. He removed the file and looked at me. "I have set aside your money." "Thanks Fupa." ‘Take two envelopes. There are four hundred and four hundred and eight hundred. ' I filled the envelope in my pocket. Fupa leaned towards me and said, you can work in my office if you want. An entry level officer post is vacant. We will not advertise. Advertising cannot be handled. If you want, you can be given an appointment today. ‘How much is the salary?’ ‘Basic three thousand plus forty percent house rent. Two Hundred Conventions. Three Hundred Medical - Calculate. How much? ' ‘Fupa won’t have to deal with me as complicated. But I can give a very good guy. Very honest. ' "I didn't ask you for people." ‘I didn’t want that. Yet I said when I have a hand. To my knowledge, there is no other person in the world like him. I can bet eight hundred rupees on it. This money is my resource. If you find someone like that guy, I'll give you eight hundred right away. ' Fupa grabbed the cigar and said, what is there in the man that no one else? ‘He can see a mango tree in front of his house, even though there are no trees there. Never. He sees the clear mango tree, the birds sitting on the tree. I can hear the birds chirping. ' Fupa was surprised and said, you want to give this closed insanity my job here? "Yes." ‘Tell me why?’ ‘The gentleman needs a job. She is sick. There is epilepsy. He used to do a good job. No job now. If the job is to get mental strength. The body will continue to be healthy. ‘Your idea, my office is a crazy repair factory?’ ‘No, why would that be?’ ‘He’s insane, he’s an epileptic patient, how do you tell him you’re thinking of giving me a job here?’ "I don't think so, Fupa. Shall I go now?" ‘Go. Be careful not to come home. ' ‘How is the rain?’ "She is OK. It's out of your control, there's no reason not to be good. ' ‘Can I talk to him on the telephone, Fupa? I don't see him for a long time - he wants to talk. ' ‘Impossible! Can't telephone. Absolutely impossible. ' ‘I will say that the telephone is being called from Dhaka Central Jail with special permission. Talk about two minutes. What will happen in two minutes? ' ‘If anything happens, it will be two minutes. Badal's head is already bad - I'm trying to fix it. If you get your telephone — it won't be okay anymore. Himu, goodbye. Clear out. Where are you staying now? ' I was going to tell where I was, my uncle stopped me and said, stay, I don't have to tell. I don't want to know. Before I left the house, I said, uncle. There may be a minor problem with Badal. What do you think about the problem? ‘What’s the matter?’ ‘When he hears that I am in jail, he may think that it is necessary to go to jail. So he can try to go to jail. ' Fupar's face became serious. I left. You have to go to Majnu Umiya's rice hotel. You have to pay the rice bill. There is a lot of money left. Majnu Mia Hotel is very crowded. Lots of customers. Not everyone has a place. Someone is standing. Majnu Mia is struggling to count the money. Seeing me, he said in a cold voice, "Brother, there is talk." ‘What কথা public or private?’ ‘Private.’ I waited to hear privately. No seating. Having to stand. Majnu Mia put his younger brother in the cache and came forward. I said, very good business, Majnu Mia. What's the matter ‘Business is a matter of your destiny. Nothing can be said about what happens when. For a few days now I have been seeing all the bound customers of the hotel in front of me coming here. ' ‘Boy-chef has to be raised. They can't. Take a few more. ' 'Let's see.' "And increase their salaries." ‘Don’t talk nonsense, brother Himu. I don't like to hear bad things. ' ‘Okay go. I will not talk nonsense. I will listen to your private talk. What’s so significant about a goat’s head? ” ‘One of your nephews you left in the bush has epilepsy. That day at noon the body fell trembling. Scandalous situation. The customers have left everything behind. ' ‘What’s wrong with that?’ ‘No problem? If you deal with such patients, you will not be a nephew. The store will be infamous. The number of people coming will decrease. You will forbid him to come to my shop. ' "Well, I'll forbid it." ‘There’s nothing to do even if you’re angry. All sizes for you. But brother Himu - crazy, goat, epilepsy, I will not put them in the store. Seeing your nephew that day, I put my hand to my ear. Many customers stood outside. Seeing the commotion, he did not go inside. I told your nephew not to come here anymore. ' ‘You said it yourself?’ ‘Yes brother, I said. I don't need epilepsy. ' ‘I took a cigarette out of my pocket and said,‘ Instead of showing compassion to sick people, you are showing hatred. Is it okay? The disease could have happened to you. Other than that the sales in your store have increased so much today, maybe because of my nephew. It's been a while since I've cared for him. Now he has been dismissed it will be seen that the sale will fall in a hurry. ' ‘There is no point in scaring me, brother Himu. I'm not afraid. I will not let the epileptic person enter the shop anymore. ' "Well, that's fine." ‘You don’t mind taking anything Himu brother. I'm here for you. Not for anyone else. ' I paid for Majnu Mia and went in search of Mr. Morshed. He was not found at his home in Khilgaon. The house is locked. I found the landlord. Old gentleman He took me home with great sincerity. Said He left home. I said, do you know where it is? "Yes, no." ‘When did you leave home?’ ‘Last night. Two months rent was due. He has paid all the rent. I said, stay, you don't have to pay rent. Exclude. He did not agree. ' ‘Where are the things?’ ‘Things were nothing. A bed, some chairs and tables. I have locked all those rooms. I said, come and take it once, there is no problem. Maya fell on the gentleman, understand? Did a good job, beautiful family — suddenly see what happened. All ruined. He was standing in the open space in front of the house and was crying a lot. I was upset to see. My great-grandmother said, Dad, she told him - there is no need to leave the house. Told him to stay. These are brotherly words. The family does not follow the words of a brother. ' "That's right." ‘What do I do if I can live without money. I did not open an orphanage. I explained this to my wife. ' ‘What did he say?’ ‘Nothing said. Was silent. Lucky girl. Do not say anything on the face of the father-in-law. Then I heard that he had gone to bed without eating that night. I said, why not eat rice, mother? He said, "I feel very bad for the man, father." Not wanting to eat rice. What a cry. Anyway, omit the girl. The girl cries for the cat too. Now tell me, who are you? ' "I'm about Mama." ‘Oh well. I'm glad to talk to you. ' I said, call your big grandmother a little? ‘Why?’ ‘Let’s see. There is also virtue in seeing good people. If there is no problem, call a little. ' The gentleman was surprised and called his elder sister-in-law. A simple-looking girl, a two-year-old boy, is standing with Kolo. How old will the girl be? If too much, nineteen-twenty. The baby in her lap also looks exactly like her. Mother and child are made in the same mold. I said, how are you? The girl did not answer. I said, what is the name of your son? The girl did not answer this question. Went inside with the baby. The landlord said, my grandmother is very shy. Can't talk to anyone outside. I said, I didn't want to talk. Just wanted to see. Well brother, let's go. ‘Tell your nephew to keep things carefully. Don't worry. ' ‘Yes, I will. Thank you very much. '

Himu part-7: Opened the door and started at me Ema opened the door and stared at me. Looks like he doesn't recognize me. Cover head with muffler. It may be a reason not to recognize. ‘How are you?’ Ema said instrumentally, well. "I came to find out how your test is." "Come in." I stepped inside. Ema closed the door. Bangla news is being aired on TV at 8 pm. The face of the news reader can be seen, the words cannot be heard. Their house is completely silent. Feels a little uncomfortable. ‘Is your grandmother well?’ "Yes, you're fine." ‘The work girl who left is back?’ "No." ‘Shall I sit?’ "Sit down." I sat down. Esha sat facing me. There are no glasses in his eyes today. She seems to just wear glasses while studying. The girl's eyes are very beautiful. Today Esha looks more beautiful. Maybe a little thinner. Two green stone earrings in the ears. I didn't see the pendant that night. ‘Mr. Himu, why did you leave that day without telling us anything?’ ‘You were talking to your husband, so I didn’t bother you. I said goodbye. ' Esha said sharply, I was talking to the husband who told you? He said? ‘I guess. Then I talked to Mr. Morshed. I also went to his house in Khilgaon. ' ‘I don’t understand anything about you. Did you know him before? ' ‘No, I didn’t know. That was the first introduction that night. ' Immediately went home! Do you always do that? ' ‘I do it when I like someone. I like him. Loved it. ' Esha said in a hushed voice, crazy but not understood from the outside, people are boring, but they are not boring. "But you have." ‘I have, because I have to live with him. Living with a deranged person is a tiring affair. Anyway, sit down when you arrive. Grandma is not at home, she will come. You can have tea, there is tea and sugar in the house today. ' ‘I will get up today. I will come one day in the morning. ' ‘No — you sit down. Grandma wants to talk to you. You were very angry with me that day for leaving. His idea — I said goodbye to you. Today you will get rid of that idea from your grandmother's head and leave your address. ' ‘Should I sit here alone until your grandmother comes?’ ‘I will be with you. I will not leave him alone. ' ‘What are we going to talk about? Two people can't sit face to face in silence. We have to talk. ' "Speak up." "Will it be night for your grandmother to return?" ‘It’s not supposed to be late at night. He knows I'm alone here. " I turned my face towards the TV. It doesn't feel bad to watch wordless news lessons. It also has a different fun. News readers are never seen very closely, only their words are heard. Only when they stop talking do they become important as individuals. He wants to see them carefully. "Mr. Himu." ‘Yes?’ ‘Did he give you the news that he was ill?’ ‘Speaking of epilepsy?’ "Yes." "Yes, he told me." ‘But we didn’t say anything before the wedding. He has hidden such a terrible disease. ' "The illness may not have been terrible before marriage." ‘It was always terrible. He has grown up with this disease since he was six years old. "It simply came to our notice then. He took her home, everyone knows about his illness, there is no need to tell anyone anew. I don't think he intended to keep it a secret. " "Are you trying to defend him?" ‘I’m doing that. He is my friend. Friend will defend friend. No one outside will. Apart from that, now you are separated. Why are you bothering about everything that is bad? If he has anything good, keep it. ' "She is OK. He is a very sick man. You went to his Khilgaon house. Have you seen any mango trees there? Didn't see. But he often sees a mango tree in front of the house. He looks at the mango tree fascinated. One night he woke me up and said, 'Esha, let's sit under a tree.' ‘Surely you didn’t go to sit down?’ "No, I didn't go." ‘It would be nice to go. If you say - let's sit under a tree. Or if he said, "Put a cradle on this mango tree of yours, I will climb on the cradle," then it would be very interesting. ' ‘Wouldn’t so much madness have been indulged?’ ‘No, it wouldn’t. What you think is madness may not be madness. Alexander Pushkin always saw a pond behind his house. Jochna used to go for a walk on the bank of the lake at night. ' ‘Do you have to admit that a famous person has gone insane?’ ‘No, it won’t,’ I said. You did well to leave that guy. He will not live long. You don't have to watch your husband die. You don't have to be associated with the word widow. Widow is not a very palette word. Without it, why waste your life by associating with a terribly ill, sick person? One is your life. There is only one world. There is no second world for you. There is no point in ruining it. You don't need Mr. Morshed without that, he has his own world, his own world. He will be able to spend a few days with his mango tree. You don't have a mango tree — so you need a friend. Have you read Omar Khayyam? - Here under this tree You are my curiosity How many days have passed? With a vessel of wine Just a few meals Another rhyme with sweet poetry in hand. ' "Why would he die?" ‘The body is very bad. There is no money without it. The rent is due. The landlord seems to be evicting her very soon. Then, without eating, you will go around and do something. ' "You don't know, he has a lot of great relatives." ‘Will that person go to relatives? Will you reach out to them? ' "No." ‘Esha, now I will get up. I will come another day. Can't wait for your grandmother. I need to see a psychiatrist. There are appointments. Appointment at 9 p.m. It was about nine o'clock. ' ‘When will you come?’ ‘I will come very soon. Esha, I think you need to say something else. The point is - please don't get me wrong. Don't think that I am telling you to go back to Mr. Morshed. ' ‘Aren’t you saying?’ ‘Of course not. If Mr. Morshed had recovered completely, I would have probably said. That possibility does not exist at all. Wake up esha Dr. Irtazul Karim Saheb also looked at me as if he did not recognize me. ‘Slamalikum doctor sir, I am Himu.’ ‘What’s the matter?’ "I have an appointment with you." ‘You wrote in the diary. The day I first came, he told me to come back at nine o'clock a week later. Sit down? ' "Sit down." ‘Start?’ ‘What do you want to start?’ ‘Life-story. How my father tried to make me a great man, how much he could, how much he could not. Which means it's about to be the most delusional time of the year, as well. "Mr. Himu." ‘Yes?’ ‘One of my daughters is sick and in the hospital. You know that news very well. She is having skin grafting now. Skin is being cut from different parts of the body. I am emotionally upset. I don't see the patient. I came and sat in the chamber because there was nothing to do. ' ‘Should I leave then?’ ‘Sit when you come. I owe you a dinner. Come on, let's have dinner together. The house has not been cooking for seven days. My wife stays in the hospital, so we stay in a hotel. Do you mind? ' "No, I don't mind." "Let's get up then." We entered a Chinese restaurant in Gulshan area. The doctor said, this restaurant is small, but very good. Their cook is a Vietnamese woman. He made the food immediately. Order by looking at the menu you will eat. I just eat a soup myself. Do you drink alcohol "Yes, no." ‘Beer? The beer can definitely go on. ' ‘You eat. I don't need it. ' Opening the can of beer, the doctor said, "I'm interested to know something about you." Do you really have the ability to predict the future? ‘I don’t know exactly. Sometimes what I think happens. He is everyone. You must be too? ' ‘No, I don’t?’ ‘Of course it is. Think about it কি isn't it like you're returning home at noon? You sit down to eat and see, that's right. ' "It simply came to our notice then. ‘My affairs are also co-incidence. Nothing more than that. ' ‘You mean you have no power?’ "No." The doctor finished three beers and put his hand in the can of the fourth beer. He does not seem to be very accustomed to drinking. The eyes have turned red. Getting involved. "Mr. Himu." ‘Yes?’ ‘But the idea is, you have the power. Your dad didn't completely fail — he did some weird things inside you. One of them is the ability to influence people. You have a lot of this ability. ' "Everyone has this ability." ‘You have so much more. Have you met Mr. Iyad recently? ' No. ' Did you know that he has been wandering around begging for the last two days? Didn't come home for two nights? ' "No, I don't know." ‘Mr. Iyad’s wife came to me shortly before you arrived. It's impossible to believe how much the lady is going through the mental ordeal without seeing her. ' ‘What did you tell him?’ ‘I said it’s a temporary trend. The tendency will be cut off. Mr. Iyad will return home. What do you think, Mr. Himu? ' ‘What idea do you want to know?’ "I want to know about Mr. Iyad. How long will it take to curb his tendency?" ‘I can’t say. Can't cut the trend. ' ‘What does that mean?’ When I stopped eating, I grabbed a cigarette and said, "People are very strange animals, sir." He spent his whole life searching for many things. One of those many searches is his location. He wants to know where he fits he finds it hard to move when he finds that special place. ‘You are forgetting Mr. Himu, man is a very Rotional animal.’ ‘Humans are not rational animals at all. All animals, insects are rational, not human. When it rains, the birds take shelter under the trees to escape the rains. This is no exception. There are exceptions inside people. Some of them deliberately fry in the rain. Some stand under a tree, but their minds are on the rain. He keeps getting wet in his mind. ' "Mr. Himu." ‘Yes?’ ‘You’re not eating anything. Don't you like the food? ' "Yes, no, I can smell smoke in everything." The doctor finished the bill and stood up and said, "Tell me where to drop you off." ‘Nowhere to go. I will walk away from here. ' "It's a long way off." ‘Not too far. When will I come to you again, Doctor? ' ‘You don’t have to come anymore. I will not treat you. ' ‘Do you think I’m not sick?’ ‘I don’t understand. Well, good night. ' It was one o'clock in the morning when I returned home. Jibanbabu is sitting in the mess office lighting the lamp. Seeing me, he said, I am sitting for you, brother Himu. Didn't I tell you I'm in terrible danger? Want to talk about danger? "Yes." ‘Come to my house. Tell me. ' Jibanbabu sat on the bench of my house for a long time and left without saying anything. It is very cold. A broken glass in my house window. The cold wind of winter is coming. I don't remember telling Jibanbabu. What time is it today? Thursday? Playing cards in the next room. The noise is heard. After going to bed, I noticed that the headache has started. Mr. Irtazul Karim was not told about this headache.

A girl of the limberlost (Chapter 1) WHEREIN ELNORA GOES TO HIGH SCHOOL AND LEARNS MANY LESSONS NOT FOUND IN HER BOOKS “Elnora Comstock, have you lost your senses?” demanded the angry voice of Katharine Comstock while she glared at her daughter. “Why mother!” faltered the girl. “Don't you 'why mother' me!” cried Mrs. Comstock. “You know very well what I mean. You've given me no peace until you've had your way about this going to school business; I've fixed you good enough, and you're ready to start. But no child of mine walks the streets of Onabasha looking like a play-actress woman. You wet your hair and comb it down modest and decent and then be off, or you'll have no time to find where you belong.” Elnora gave one despairing glance at the white face, framed in a most becoming riot of reddish-brown hair, which she saw in the little kitchen mirror. Then she untied the narrow black ribbon, wet the comb and plastered the waving curls close to her head, bound them fast, pinned on the skimpy black hat and opened the back door. “You've gone so plumb daffy you are forgetting your dinner,” jeered her mother. “I don't want anything to eat,” replied Elnora. “You'll take your dinner or you'll not go one step. Are you crazy? Walk almost three miles and no food from six in the morning until six at night. A pretty figure you'd cut if you had your way! And after I've gone and bought you this nice new pail and filled it especial to start on!” Elnora came back with a face still whiter and picked up the lunch. “Thank you, mother! Good-bye!” she said. Mrs. Comstock did not reply. She watched the girl follow the long walk to the gate and go from sight on the road, in the bright sunshine of the first Monday of September. “I bet a dollar she gets enough of it by night!” commented Mrs. Comstock. Elnora walked by instinct, for her eyes were blinded with tears. She left the road where it turned south, at the corner of the Limberlost, climbed a snake fence and entered a path worn by her own feet. Dodging under willow and scrub oak branches she came at last to the faint outline of an old trail made in the days when the precious timber of the swamp was guarded by armed men. This path she followed until she reached a thick clump of bushes. From the debris in the end of a hollow log she took a key that unlocked the padlock of a large weatherbeaten old box, inside of which lay several books, a butterfly apparatus, and a small cracked mirror. The walls were lined thickly with gaudy butterflies, dragonflies, and moths. She set up the mirror and once more pulling the ribbon from her hair, she shook the bright mass over her shoulders, tossing it dry in the sunshine. Then she straightened it, bound it loosely, and replaced her hat. She tugged vainly at the low brown calico collar and gazed despairingly at the generous length of the narrow skirt. She lifted it as she would have cut it if possible. That disclosed the heavy high leather shoes, at sight of which she seemed positively ill, and hastily dropped the skirt. She opened the pail, removed the lunch, wrapped it in the napkin, and placed it in a small pasteboard box. Locking the case again she hid the key and hurried down the trail. She followed it around the north end of the swamp and then entered a footpath crossing a farm leading in the direction of the spires of the city to the northeast. Again she climbed a fence and was on the open road. For an instant she leaned against the fence staring before her, then turned and looked back. Behind her lay the land on which she had been born to drudgery and a mother who made no pretence of loving her; before her lay the city through whose schools she hoped to find means of escape and the way to reach the things for which she cared. When she thought of how she appeared she leaned more heavily against the fence and groaned; when she thought of turning back and wearing such clothing in ignorance all the days of her life she set her teeth firmly and went hastily toward Onabasha. On the bridge crossing a deep culvert at the suburbs she glanced around, and then kneeling she thrust the lunch box between the foundation and the flooring. This left her empty-handed as she approached the big stone high school building. She entered bravely and inquired her way to the office of the superintendent. There she learned that she should have come the previous week and arranged about her classes. There were many things incident to the opening of school, and one man unable to cope with all of them. “Where have you been attending school?” he asked, while he advised the teacher of Domestic Science not to telephone for groceries until she knew how many she would have in her classes; wrote an order for chemicals for the students of science; and advised the leader of the orchestra to hire a professional to take the place of the bass violist, reported suddenly ill. “I finished last spring at Brushwood school, district number nine,” said Elnora. “I have been studying all summer. I am quite sure I can do the first year work, if I have a few days to get started.” “Of course, of course,” assented the superintendent. “Almost invariably country pupils do good work. You may enter first year, and if it is too difficult, we will find it out speedily. Your teachers will tell you the list of books you must have, and if you will come with me I will show you the way to the auditorium. It is now time for opening exercises. Take any seat you find vacant.” Elnora stood before the entrance and stared into the largest room she ever had seen. The floor sloped to a yawning stage on which a band of musicians, grouped around a grand piano, were tuning their instruments. She had two fleeting impressions. That it was all a mistake; this was no school, but a grand display of enormous ribbon bows; and the second, that she was sinking, and had forgotten how to walk. Then a burst from the orchestra nerved her while a bevy of daintily clad, sweet-smelling things that might have been birds, or flowers, or possibly gaily dressed, happy young girls, pushed her forward. She found herself plodding across the back of the auditorium, praying for guidance, to an empty seat. As the girls passed her, vacancies seemed to open to meet them. Their friends were moving over, beckoning and whispering invitations. Every one else was seated, but no one paid any attention to the white-faced girl stumbling half-blindly down the aisle next the farthest wall. So she went on to the very end facing the stage. No one moved, and she could not summon courage to crowd past others to several empty seats she saw. At the end of the aisle she paused in desperation, while she stared back at the whole forest of faces most of which were now turned upon her. In a flash came the full realization of her scanty dress, her pitiful little hat and ribbon, her big, heavy shoes, her ignorance of where to go or what to do; and from a sickening wave which crept over her, she felt she was going to become very ill. Then out of the mass she saw a pair of big, brown boy eyes, three seats from her, and there was a message in them. Without moving his body he reached forward and with a pencil touched the back of the seat before him. Instantly Elnora took another step which brought her to a row of vacant front seats. She heard laughter behind her; the knowledge that she wore the only hat in the room burned her; every matter of moment, and some of none at all, cut and stung. She had no books. Where should she go when this was over? What would she give to be on the trail going home! She was shaking with a nervous chill when the music ceased, and the superintendent arose, and coming down to the front of the flower-decked platform, opened a Bible and began to read. Elnora did not know what he was reading, and she felt that she did not care. Wildly she was racking her brain to decide whether she should sit still when the others left the room or follow, and ask some one where the Freshmen went first. In the midst of the struggle one sentence fell on her ear. “Hide me under the shadow of Thy wings.” Elnora began to pray frantically. “Hide me, O God, hide me, under the shadow of Thy wings.” Again and again she implored that prayer, and before she realized what was coming, every one had arisen and the room was emptying rapidly. Elnora hurried after the nearest girl and in the press at the door touched her sleeve timidly. “Will you please tell me where the Freshmen go?” she asked huskily. The girl gave her one surprised glance, and drew away. “Same place as the fresh women,” she answered, and those nearest her laughed. Elnora stopped praying suddenly and the colour crept into her face. “I'll wager you are the first person I meet when I find it,” she said and stopped short. “Not that! Oh, I must not do that!” she thought in dismay. “Make an enemy the first thing I do. Oh, not that!” She followed with her eyes as the young people separated in the hall, some climbing stairs, some disappearing down side halls, some entering adjoining doors. She saw the girl overtake the brown-eyed boy and speak to him. He glanced back at Elnora with a scowl on his face. Then she stood alone in the hall. Presently a door opened and a young woman came out and entered another room. Elnora waited until she returned, and hurried to her. “Would you tell me where the Freshmen are?” she panted. “Straight down the hall, three doors to your left,” was the answer, as the girl passed. “One minute please, oh please,” begged Elnora: “Should I knock or just open the door?” “Go in and take a seat,” replied the teacher. “What if there aren't any seats?” gasped Elnora. “Classrooms are never half-filled, there will be plenty,” was the answer. Elnora removed her hat. There was no place to put it, so she carried it in her hand. She looked infinitely better without it. After several efforts she at last opened the door and stepping inside faced a smaller and more concentrated battery of eyes. “The superintendent sent me. He thinks I belong here,” she said to the professor in charge of the class, but she never before heard the voice with which she spoke. As she stood waiting, the girl of the hall passed on her way to the blackboard, and suppressed laughter told Elnora that her thrust had been repeated. “Be seated,” said the professor, and then because he saw Elnora was desperately embarrassed he proceeded to lend her a book and to ask her if she had studied algebra. She said she had a little, but not the same book they were using. He asked her if she felt that she could do the work they were beginning, and she said she did. That was how it happened, that three minutes after entering the room she was told to take her place beside the girl who had gone last to the board, and whose flushed face and angry eyes avoided meeting Elnora's. Being compelled to concentrate on her proposition she forgot herself. When the professor asked that all pupils sign their work she firmly wrote “Elnora Comstock” under her demonstration. Then she took her seat and waited with white lips and trembling limbs, as one after another professor called the names on the board, while their owners arose and explained their propositions, or “flunked” if they had not found a correct solution. She was so eager to catch their forms of expression and prepare herself for her recitation, that she never looked from the work on the board, until clearly and distinctly, “Elnora Cornstock,” called the professor. The dazed girl stared at the board. One tiny curl added to the top of the first curve of the m in her name, had transformed it from a good old English patronymic that any girl might bear proudly, to Cornstock. Elnora sat speechless. When and how did it happen? She could feel the wave of smothered laughter in the air around her. A rush of anger turned her face scarlet and her soul sick. The voice of the professor addressed her directly. “This proposition seems to be beautifully demonstrated, Miss Cornstalk,” he said. “Surely, you can tell us how you did it.” That word of praise saved her. She could do good work. They might wear their pretty clothes, have their friends and make life a greater misery than it ever before had been for her, but not one of them should do better work or be more womanly. That lay with her. She was tall, straight, and handsome as she arose. “Of course I can explain my work,” she said in natural tones. “What I can't explain is how I happened to be so stupid as to make a mistake in writing my own name. I must have been a little nervous. Please excuse me.” She went to the board, swept off the signature with one stroke, then rewrote it plainly. “My name is Comstock,” she said distinctly. She returned to her seat and following the formula used by the others made her first high school recitation. As Elnora resumed her seat Professor Henley looked at her steadily. “It puzzles me,” he said deliberately, “how you can write as beautiful a demonstration, and explain it as clearly as ever has been done in any of my classes and still be so disturbed as to make a mistake in your own name. Are you very sure you did that yourself, Miss Comstock?” “It is impossible that any one else should have done it,” answered Elnora. “I am very glad you think so,” said the professor. “Being Freshmen, all of you are strangers to me. I should dislike to begin the year with you feeling there was one among you small enough to do a trick like that. The next proposition, please.” When the hour had gone the class filed back to the study room and Elnora followed in desperation, because she did not know where else to go. She could not study as she had no books, and when the class again left the room to go to another professor for the next recitation, she went also. At least they could put her out if she did not belong there. Noon came at last, and she kept with the others until they dispersed on the sidewalk. She was so abnormally self-conscious she fancied all the hundreds of that laughing, throng saw and jested at her. When she passed the brown-eyed boy walking with the girl of her encounter, she knew, for she heard him say: “Did you really let that gawky piece of calico get ahead of you?” The answer was indistinct. Elnora hurried from the city. She intended to get her lunch, eat it in the shade of the first tree, and then decide whether she would go back or go home. She knelt on the bridge and reached for her box, but it was so very light that she was prepared for the fact that it was empty, before opening it. There was one thing for which to be thankful. The boy or tramp who had seen her hide it, had left the napkin. She would not have to face her mother and account for its loss. She put it in her pocket, and threw the box into the ditch. Then she sat on the bridge and tried to think, but her brain was confused. “Perhaps the worst is over,” she said at last. “I will go back. What would mother say to me if I came home now?” So she returned to the high school, followed some other pupils to the coat room, hung her hat, and found her way to the study where she had been in the morning. Twice that afternoon, with aching head and empty stomach, she faced strange professors, in different branches. Once she escaped notice; the second time the worst happened. She was asked a question she could not answer. “Have you not decided on your course, and secured your books?” inquired the professor. “I have decided on my course,” replied Elnora, “I do not know where to ask for my books.” “Ask?” the professor was bewildered. “I understood the books were furnished,” faltered Elnora. “Only to those bringing an order from the township trustee,” replied the Professor. “No! Oh no!” cried Elnora. “I will have them to-morrow,” and gripped her desk for support for she knew that was not true. Four books, ranging perhaps at a dollar and a half apiece; would her mother buy them? Of course she would not—could not. Did not Elnora know the story of old. There was enough land, but no one to do clearing and farm. Tax on all those acres, recently the new gravel road tax added, the expense of living and only the work of two women to meet all of it. She was insane to think she could come to the city to school. Her mother had been right. The girl decided that if only she lived to reach home, she would stay there and lead any sort of life to avoid more of this torture. Bad as what she wished to escape had been, it was nothing like this. She never could live down the movement that went through the class when she inadvertently revealed the fact that she had expected books to be furnished. Her mother would not secure them; that settled the question. But the end of misery is never in a hurry to come; before the day was over the superintendent entered the room and explained that pupils from the country were charged a tuition of twenty dollars a year. That really was the end. Previously Elnora had canvassed a dozen methods for securing the money for books, ranging all the way from offering to wash the superintendent's dishes to breaking into the bank. This additional expense made her plans so wildly impossible, there was nothing to do but hold up her head until she was from sight. Down the long corridor alone among hundreds, down the long street alone among thousands, out into the country she came at last. Across the fence and field, along the old trail once trodden by a boy's bitter agony, now stumbled a white-faced girl, sick at heart. She sat on a log and began to sob in spite of her efforts at self-control. At first it was physical breakdown, later, thought came crowding. Oh the shame, the mortification! Why had she not known of the tuition? How did she happen to think that in the city books were furnished? Perhaps it was because she had read they were in several states. But why did she not know? Why did not her mother go with her? Other mothers—but when had her mother ever been or done anything at all like other mothers? Because she never had been it was useless to blame her now. Elnora realized she should have gone to town the week before, called on some one and learned all these things herself. She should have remembered how her clothing would look, before she wore it in public places. Now she knew, and her dreams were over. She must go home to feed chickens, calves, and pigs, wear calico and coarse shoes, and with averted head, pass a library all her life. She sobbed again. “For pity's sake, honey, what's the matter?” asked the voice of the nearest neighbour, Wesley Sinton, as he seated himself beside Elnora. “There, there,” he continued, smearing tears all over her face in an effort to dry them. “Was it as bad as that, now? Maggie has been just wild over you all day. She's got nervouser every minute. She said we were foolish to let you go. She said your clothes were not right, you ought not to carry that tin pail, and that they would laugh at you. By gum, I see they did!” “Oh, Uncle Wesley,” sobbed the girl, “why didn't she tell me?” “Well, you see, Elnora, she didn't like to. You got such a way of holding up your head, and going through with things. She thought some way that you'd make it, till you got started, and then she begun to see a hundred things we should have done. I reckon you hadn't reached that building before she remembered that your skirt should have been pleated instead of gathered, your shoes been low, and lighter for hot September weather, and a new hat. Were your clothes right, Elnora?” The girl broke into hysterical laughter. “Right!” she cried. “Right! Uncle Wesley, you should have seen me among them! I was a picture! They'll never forget me. No, they won't get the chance, for they'll see me again to-morrow! “Now that is what I call spunk, Elnora! Downright grit,” said Wesley Sinton. “Don't you let them laugh you out. You've helped Margaret and me for years at harvest and busy times, what you've earned must amount to quite a sum. You can get yourself a good many clothes with it.” “Don't mention clothes, Uncle Wesley,” sobbed Elnora, “I don't care now how I look. If I don't go back all of them will know it's because I am so poor I can't buy my books.” “Oh, I don't know as you are so dratted poor,” said Sinton meditatively. “There are three hundred acres of good land, with fine timber as ever grew on it.” “It takes all we can earn to pay the tax, and mother wouldn't cut a tree for her life.” “Well then, maybe, I'll be compelled to cut one for her,” suggested Sinton. “Anyway, stop tearing yourself to pieces and tell me. If it isn't clothes, what is it?” “It's books and tuition. Over twenty dollars in all.” “Humph! First time I ever knew you to be stumped by twenty dollars, Elnora,” said Sinton, patting her hand. “It's the first time you ever knew me to want money,” answered Elnora. “This is different from anything that ever happened to me. Oh, how can I get it, Uncle Wesley?” “Drive to town with me in the morning and I'll draw it from the bank for you. I owe you every cent of it.” “You know you don't owe me a penny, and I wouldn't touch one from you, unless I really could earn it. For anything that's past I owe you and Aunt Margaret for all the home life and love I've ever known. I know how you work, and I'll not take your money.” “Just a loan, Elnora, just a loan for a little while until you can earn it. You can be proud with all the rest of the world, but there are no secrets between us, are there, Elnora?” “No,” said Elnora, “there are none. You and Aunt Margaret have given me all the love there has been in my life. That is the one reason above all others why you shall not give me charity. Hand me money because you find me crying for it! This isn't the first time this old trail has known tears and heartache. All of us know that story. Freckles stuck to what he undertook and won out. I stick, too. When Duncan moved away he gave me all Freckles left in the swamp, and as I have inherited his property maybe his luck will come with it. I won't touch your money, but I'll win some way. First, I'm going home and try mother. It's just possible I could find second-hand books, and perhaps all the tuition need not be paid at once. Maybe they would accept it quarterly. But oh, Uncle Wesley, you and Aunt Margaret keep on loving me! I'm so lonely, and no one else cares!” Wesley Sinton's jaws met with a click. He swallowed hard on bitter words and changed what he would have liked to say three times before it became articulate. “Elnora,” he said at last, “if it hadn't been for one thing I'd have tried to take legal steps to make you ours when you were three years old. Maggie said then it wasn't any use, but I've always held on. You see, I was the first man there, honey, and there are things you see, that you can't ever make anybody else understand. She loved him Elnora, she just made an idol of him. There was that oozy green hole, with the thick scum broke, and two or three big bubbles slowly rising that were the breath of his body. There she was in spasms of agony, and beside her the great heavy log she'd tried to throw him. I can't ever forgive her for turning against you, and spoiling your childhood as she has, but I couldn't forgive anybody else for abusing her. Maggie has got no mercy on her, but Maggie didn't see what I did, and I've never tried to make it very clear to her. It's been a little too plain for me ever since. Whenever I look at your mother's face, I see what she saw, so I hold my tongue and say, in my heart, 'Give her a mite more time.' Some day it will come. She does love you, Elnora. Everybody does, honey. It's just that she's feeling so much, she can't express herself. You be a patient girl and wait a little longer. After all, she's your mother, and you're all she's got, but a memory, and it might do her good to let her know that she was fooled in that.” “It would kill her!” cried the girl swiftly. “Uncle Wesley, it would kill her! What do you mean?” “Nothing,” said Wesley Sinton soothingly. “Nothing, honey. That was just one of them fool things a man says, when he is trying his best to be wise. You see, she loved him mightily, and they'd been married only a year, and what she was loving was what she thought he was. She hadn't really got acquainted with the man yet. If it had been even one more year, she could have borne it, and you'd have got justice. Having been a teacher she was better educated and smarter than the rest of us, and so she was more sensitive like. She can't understand she was loving a dream. So I say it might do her good if somebody that knew, could tell her, but I swear to gracious, I never could. I've heard her out at the edge of that quagmire calling in them wild spells of hers off and on for the last sixteen years, and imploring the swamp to give him back to her, and I've got out of bed when I was pretty tired, and come down to see she didn't go in herself, or harm you. What she feels is too deep for me. I've got to respectin' her grief, and I can't get over it. Go home and tell your ma, honey, and ask her nice and kind to help you. If she won't, then you got to swallow that little lump of pride in your neck, and come to Aunt Maggie, like you been a-coming all your life.” “I'll ask mother, but I can't take your money, Uncle Wesley, indeed I can't. I'll wait a year, and earn some, and enter next year.” “There's one thing you don't consider, Elnora,” said the man earnestly. “And that's what you are to Maggie. She's a little like your ma. She hasn't given up to it, and she's struggling on brave, but when we buried our second little girl the light went out of Maggie's eyes, and it's not come back. The only time I ever see a hint of it is when she thinks she's done something that makes you happy, Elnora. Now, you go easy about refusing her anything she wants to do for you. There's times in this world when it's our bounden duty to forget ourselves, and think what will help other people. Young woman, you owe me and Maggie all the comfort we can get out of you. There's the two of our own we can't ever do anything for. Don't you get the idea into your head that a fool thing you call pride is going to cut us out of all the pleasure we have in life beside ourselves.” “Uncle Wesley, you are a dear,” said Elnora. “Just a dear! If I can't possibly get that money any way else on earth, I'll come and borrow it of you, and then I'll pay it back if I must dig ferns from the swamp and sell them from door to door in the city. I'll even plant them, so that they will be sure to come up in the spring. I have been sort of panic stricken all day and couldn't think. I can gather nuts and sell them. Freckles sold moths and butterflies, and I've a lot collected. Of course, I am going back to-morrow! I can find a way to get the books. Don't you worry about me. I am all right! “Now, what do you think of that?” inquired Wesley Sinton of the swamp in general. “Here's our Elnora come back to stay. Head high and right as a trivet! You've named three ways in three minutes that you could earn ten dollars, which I figure would be enough, to start you. Let's go to supper and stop worrying!” Elnora unlocked the case, took out the pail, put the napkin in it, pulled the ribbon from her hair, binding it down tightly again and followed to the road. From afar she could see her mother in the doorway. She blinked her eyes, and tried to smile as she answered Wesley Sinton, and indeed she did feel better. She knew now what she had to expect, where to go, and what to do. Get the books she must; when she had them, she would show those city girls and boys how to prepare and recite lessons, how to walk with a brave heart; and they could show her how to wear pretty clothes and have good times. As she neared the door her mother reached for the pail. “I forgot to tell you to bring home your scraps for the chickens,” she said. Elnora entered. “There weren't any scraps, and I'm hungry again as I ever was in my life.” “I thought likely you would be,” said Mrs. Comstock, “and so I got supper ready. We can eat first, and do the work afterward. What kept you so? I expected you an hour ago.” Elnora looked into her mother's face and smiled. It was a queer sort of a little smile, and would have reached the depths with any normal mother. “I see you've been bawling,” said Mrs. Comstock. “I thought you'd get your fill in a hurry. That's why I wouldn't go to any expense. If we keep out of the poor-house we have to cut the corners close. It's likely this Brushwood road tax will eat up all we've saved in years. Where the land tax is to come from I don't know. It gets bigger every year. If they are going to dredge the swamp ditch again they'll just have to take the land to pay for it. I can't, that's all! We'll get up early in the morning and gather and hull the beans for winter, and put in the rest of the day hoeing the turnips.” Elnora again smiled that pitiful smile. “Do you think I didn't know that I was funny and would be laughed at?” she asked. “Funny?” cried Mrs. Comstock hotly. “Yes, funny! A regular caricature,” answered Elnora. “No one else wore calico, not even one other. No one else wore high heavy shoes, not even one. No one else had such a funny little old hat; my hair was not right, my ribbon invisible compared with the others, I did not know where to go, or what to do, and I had no books. What a spectacle I made for them!” Elnora laughed nervously at her own picture. “But there are always two sides! The professor said in the algebra class that he never had a better solution and explanation than mine of the proposition he gave me, which scored one for me in spite of my clothes.” “Well, I wouldn't brag on myself!” “That was poor taste,” admitted Elnora. “But, you see, it is a case of whistling to keep up my courage. I honestly could see that I would have looked just as well as the rest of them if I had been dressed as they were. We can't afford that, so I have to find something else to brace me. It was rather bad, mother!” “Well, I'm glad you got enough of it!” “Oh, but I haven't,” hurried in Elnora. “I just got a start. The hardest is over. To-morrow they won't be surprised. They will know what to expect. I am sorry to hear about the dredge. Is it really going through?” “Yes. I got my notification today. The tax will be something enormous. I don't know as I can spare you, even if you are willing to be a laughing-stock for the town.” With every bite Elnora's courage returned, for she was a healthy young thing. “You've heard about doing evil that good might come from it,” she said. “Well, mother mine, it's something like that with me. I'm willing to bear the hard part to pay for what I'll learn. Already I have selected the ward building in which I shall teach in about four years. I am going to ask for a room with a south exposure so that the flowers and moths I take in from the swamp to show the children will do well.” “You little idiot!” said Mrs. Comstock. “How are you going to pay your expenses?” “Now that is just what I was going to ask you!” said Elnora. “You see, I have had two startling pieces of news to-day. I did not know I would need any money. I thought the city furnished the books, and there is an out-of-town tuition, also. I need ten dollars in the morning. Will you please let me have it?” “Ten dollars!” cried Mrs. Comstock. “Ten dollars! Why don't you say a hundred and be done with it! I could get one as easy as the other. I told you! I told you I couldn't raise a cent. Every year expenses grow bigger and bigger. I told you not to ask for money!” “I never meant to,” replied Elnora. “I thought clothes were all I needed and I could bear them. I never knew about buying books and tuition.” “Well, I did!” said Mrs. Comstock. “I knew what you would run into! But you are so bull-dog stubborn, and so set in your way, I thought I would just let you try the world a little and see how you liked it!” Elnora pushed back her chair and looked at her mother. “Do you mean to say,” she demanded, “that you knew, when you let me go into a city classroom and reveal the fact before all of them that I expected to have my books handed out to me; do you mean to say that you knew I had to pay for them?” Mrs. Comstock evaded the direct question. “Anybody but an idiot mooning over a book or wasting time prowling the woods would have known you had to pay. Everybody has to pay for everything. Life is made up of pay, pay, pay! It's always and forever pay! If you don't pay one way you do another! Of course, I knew you had to pay. Of course, I knew you would come home blubbering! But you don't get a penny! I haven't one cent, and can't get one! Have your way if you are determined, but I think you will find the road somewhat rocky.” “Swampy, you mean, mother,” corrected Elnora. She arose white and trembling. “Perhaps some day God will teach me how to understand you. He knows I do not now. You can't possibly realize just what you let me go through to-day, or how you let me go, but I'll tell you this: You understand enough that if you had the money, and would offer it to me, I wouldn't touch it now. And I'll tell you this much more. I'll get it myself. I'll raise it, and do it some honest way. I am going back to-morrow, the next day, and the next. You need not come out, I'll do the night work, and hoe the turnips.” It was ten o'clock when the chickens, pigs, and cattle were fed, the turnips hoed, and a heap of bean vines was stacked beside the back door.

Himu part - 6 : Mr. Morshed Mr. Morshed probably did not return home. It's barely evening. Those who have no attraction at home do not return home in the evening. Just in the evening they are in a state of turmoil. This instability is not only in the case of humans but also in the case of animals. That is why in all religions evening is the time of worship. It is a special process of calming the mind by removing the instability of the mind. Appeal to the most mysterious superpower মহ calm me down. Take away my restlessness. I keep thinking about the day's work in my mind At the end of the work, I will sit in the evening with you. I entered the house through the open gate. The house is dark, but there is no door lock. Mr. Morshed opened the door after pushing a few times. The face is dry and black. Wet head. "What's the matter, Mr. Morshed?" ‘Nothing, little uncle. Come on in, take a look. " ‘Bad body?’ ‘Yes, Epileptic Caesar Hall once in the afternoon. I fell to the floor. There was no one in the house. ' ‘Living alone?’ "Yes." ‘Why didn’t you light the lamp? It doesn't feel good to see the house dark in the evening. ' Mr. Morshed lit the lamp. I sat down and said, do you have any relatives? Can't keep n with any of them? You are sick people. Someone needs to be with you. ‘I have a younger brother. He lives in Canada. The younger sister is in Dhaka. She has her own husband and family. Doesn't want to bother him. I am the greatest of all. ' ‘Have you met Esha in this?’ ‘Yes, seen. He has come. ' "He came by himself. - Wow, that's good." ‘She brought her grandmother. It dawned on me that Davos was good for both of us. I also saw that Esha was right. The poor thing doesn't want to be with me without it. I can't hold anyone by force. ' ‘That’s it. Animals can be tied with ropes, humans can't. ' "I went to the marriage registrar's office with Esha and signed the papers." "Well done." ‘Maybe I did well for Esha, not me. I'm in a bad mood. Mama, make you some tea. There is nothing else in the house — just tea. ' Just give me tea. Do you cook yourself? ' ‘I make my own tea and eat the rest from the hotel. You can't go there for long. As soon as he goes, he begs for money. Well Mama, did you arrange to sell my camera? It has a separate zoom lens. The lens was sent by my brother from Canada. ' ‘How about writing a letter to your brother asking for some money?’ ‘No no, that’s not it. Little brother. You arrange to sell the camera. ' ‘What do you do when you run out of money to sell cameras?’ ‘I won’t live long, Grandma. My body is very bad. A new symptom has appeared. Not before. ' ‘What symptoms?’ ‘The insects call inside the head. Is the sound of crickets. If it always happened, I would get used to it. Not always. Sometimes. ' I drank tea. I saw the door of Mr. Morshed's house. People alone, but the house is very nicely decorated. Good to see you. "Mr. Morshed." "Yes, uncle?" ‘Your house is very nicely decorated. Why is there no picture on the wall? Your camera is so expensive. There should be pictures in the house. ' ‘There were pictures. There were many pictures. Pictures of all Esha. Esha said, there is no point in filling the house with my picture. You should forget me now. You can't do that if you have pictures. Without it, you will surely get married again. Your new wife will be angry when she sees my picture. You give me the pictures. I gave it. ' ‘Doing well. Let's get out now. ' ‘Where to go?’ ‘I have a well-known rice hotel, let me introduce you. Their cooking is very good. The rest can be eaten. You don't even have to pay for the whole month. You have to give it once. ' Mr. Morshed said with a bright face, let's go. Shall I give the camera now? ‘Day.’ Majnu Mia saw me and said with a serious face, Himu brother. I have some private conversations with you. ‘Before I listen to private talk, you look at my nephew. His name is Morshed. This will eat you here. The money will be calculated at once. You will write it in the notebook. ' Majnu Mia looked away with a sad face. I said, why are you looking the other way? "I have a private talk with you." "Speak privately, I'm listening." "Come on, come out." I sat Morshed and came out. Majnu Mia said in a sad voice, I love you very much, brother Himu. "I know that." ‘I feel very bad for you. What did you do? ' ‘What work?’ ‘That afternoon, he said to Mostafa,‘ Do the rooster-polao too. Seven of you have eaten four chickens together. All right, you ate well Majnu Mia will not die for four chickens. ' ‘Then what’s the problem?’ ‘That night I told you I wouldn’t be at the hotel for two days. Didn't you say? ' "I said." ‘You could tell them that, couldn’t you tell me?’ ‘What if I told you?’ ‘I was careful. Is there an accident if you are careful? ' ‘Had an accident?’ Majnu Mia said angrily, "You have a feeling that you don't know anything." You pir-fakir man — camel man let no one else know it, I know. The more I care about you, the more I do it out of love, the more I do it out of fear. You know in advance when things will happen. Don't know? I didn't say anything. Majnu Mia said, you just knew that I would have an accident. Falling from the rickshaw will sprain the legs. Even after that he told me not to tell me. Is the job right Himu brother? ‘Are you in more pain?’ ‘I haven’t broken a leg for a while. Sprained. It's been seven days, I still can't walk properly. It hurts with chills. ' ‘Have you finished your private talk, Majnu Mia?’ ‘Yes, it’s over. He has brought a friend again. It will hurt like Mr. Iyad. ' ‘Does memory still come? I forbade him to come. ' ‘No, he doesn’t come anymore. How is he? ' ‘I don’t know how. Not seen for many days. I think it's good — Majnu Mia, will you buy a camera? ' ‘Camera?’ ‘Yes, the camera is minolta. It has a sleeping lens. ' ‘What do I do with the camera? I sell rice. ' ‘Take pictures of rice. The most beautiful picture in the world is that picture of rice. It is white. ' Majnu Mia got annoyed and said, "You have said a big contradiction, brother Himu." I don't understand anything. ' ‘Don’t buy a camera?’ "Yes, no." ‘But the thing was good. I would have left it cheap. ' ‘I won’t take it even if it’s free, brother Himu. Come and have tea. Or eat rice? I have a good head. ' ‘Don’t eat rice. Will have to try to sell the camera. Let's go Majnu Mia. ' I went to the Tarangini store. Mr. Muhib is not there. A new boy is closing the door with a sad face. It's eleven o'clock at night, and the store is closed. I looked at the boy and said, are you all right? He stared narrowly. Didn't say anything. "Where is Muhib?" "She is OK. I don't know where he is. ' "Why did you lose your job?" ‘I don’t know. The owner knows. Who are you? ' ‘No one. I came to make a telephone call. Can I telephone? ' ‘Yes-no. The owner has a ban. ' ‘Can I do it if I give you five rupees?’ The man opened the telephone. I turned the dial and said, it was not right for the owner to take you instead of Muhib. You are a thief. Disobeyed the owner's ban for only five rupees. Empty the shop for one hundred rupees. The man is looking at me with frightened eyes. I ignored him and said, hello. Dr. Irtazul Karim from Opash said, who do you want? ‘You. I am Himu. Do you recognize? ' ‘I can. What do you want? ' ‘I don’t want anything. Would you buy a camera? Good camera. ' "Mr. Himu, I don't like jokes at midnight." "It simply came to our notice then. It involves two people with a history of love and breaking up. I'll give it to you cheaply. ' The sound of knocking. Dr. Irtazul Karim hung up the telephone. I called Neetu at exactly half past eleven at night. Neetu knows my throat very well. Still said in a sharp voice, who are you talking about? I said, sorry, the color has been numbered. Neetu immediately said, the color was not numbered. You did it right. Want to remember? He is not at home. ‘I don’t want Yadav. I want to talk to you. ' ‘What about me again?’ "It's urgent." ‘Can you tell on the telephone? If you can't be told on the telephone, you leave. Sending car. Tell me where you are. ' ‘No need to send cars. Can be said on the telephone. Would you like a camera? ' ‘What to buy?’ ‘The camera. Single lens reflex camera. There are two automatic manuals. Plus a zoom lens. Second hand is a good thing. ' ‘When did you start the smuggling business?’ ‘How do you know I don’t have a camera? Am I interested in buying a second hand camera? ' I said seriously, very rich people have a kind of interest in second hand things. Millionaires are the big buyers of the old coats that are sold in Bangabazar. They are interested buyers. ‘Mr. Himu, you have a very wrong idea about millionaires. Millionaires are not interested in anything. Anyway, I don't want to argue with you. I will not buy your camera. But tell me how much money you need, I'm sending money. ‘Can you pay five thousand?’ ‘Send now?’ "Yes, send it." "Tell me where you are." ‘I don’t have to send. I am giving the address of a gentleman - you have to send it to his address. ' I gave the address of Mr. Morshed. I can hear Neetu writing on the telephone. "Mr. Himu." ‘Yes?’ ‘One of your letters was in the pocket of a Punjabi. Got it? I sent it through Yad. ' 'Got it.' ‘Reading?’ "I couldn't read the whole thing - I read half of it." ‘Are you telling me to believe that you didn’t read the whole letter halfway through?’ "I'm telling you to believe." ‘How true and how much pretend in your behavior, please?’ ‘Fifty-fifty. Half pretend, half true. ' ‘I read this letter. Don't mind. I'm sorry. Well, will you come to our house one day with the silver girl? - I'll see her. He doesn't want to come — I'm willing to go with you. ' "Well, I'll take it one day."

Frustration We often get frustrated because of failure. Being Frustrated, I did not know what to do, so I did the opposite. We need to remember that success is not always the same in life. Many times failure comes due to forgetfulness or negligence of our understanding. In such a situation you have to find out the reasons for your failure. You have to thoroughly verify your actions. When we can find the causes of failure, we will find the solution. Any kind of mistake in life but also serves as a much better experience for us. Because we can learn from these mistakes and come up with new ways to move forward. So many times our mistakes can blossom into new hope. Which will lead me to success.

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Himu part-5 : Neetu's psychiatrist. Neetu's psychiatrist gentleman's name is Irtazul Karim. At the end of the name is a lot of letters like B C D. Get jorda in the mouth. Gentlemen with foreign degrees do not eat jordan. And even if you play, eat quietly at home. When someone comes, the teeth come out of the table. I saw this gentleman drinking and drinking quite comfortably. And picking up the drink on the ashtray. His chamber is also beautiful. It doesn't take office, I think it's the drawing room. The print of the famous painting of water lily painted by Claude on the head of the doctor. It is so beautiful to see the print, I do not know how beautiful the original! I sat in the chair in front of the doctor. The gentleman leaned towards me and said, how are you Mr. Himu? "Yes, that's good." ‘Mrs. Neetu, the wife of Mr. Iyad, called me a long time ago about you. Not once, but twice. You have to worry when you get a call from a family like theirs twice. I am anxiously waiting for you. Sit back and relax. ' I sat motionless. The doctor leaned towards me and said, why are you so late to come? ‘There was no money, so I was late. I don't know how much money you take. ' ‘I take a lot of money. But you don't have to worry about money. Mrs. Neetu has taken all the expenses of your treatment. ' ‘Am I sick then?’ "That's his idea." ‘What do you think, Doctor?’ "I can't hold the ball without talking to you for a while." ‘Can you catch it just by talking?’ ‘Yes I can. Should be able to. Of course you have to tell the truth in answer to my question. Don't try to confuse me. Most people try to confuse those psychiatrists by doing so. ' ‘What does that guy want you to be able to catch by trying to confuse? What's wrong with him? ' ‘Trying to catch up. Can't all the time. Our work with the human brain — do you know how complex that brain is, Mr. Himu? ' "I don't know, but I can guess." ‘No, you can’t even ignite. There are one billion neurons in the human brain. The workings of one-on-one neurons are now more complex than those of modern computers. Do you understand anything? ' "No." ‘Not to mention. Now we talk. Let's get started. I hear you speak in a very relaxed manner. Keep saying whatever comes to mind. Talk to yourself, talk to your parents, talk to your relatives, talk to your friends. Tell them to eat tea, to smoke cigarettes. ' ‘Don’t I have to lie on the couch?’ ‘No, those Freudian methods have been abolished. You get started. ' "Are you in a hurry, Doctor?" ‘No, I’m in no hurry. I have dismissed all the other patients. You are that special patient, very special. Should I have tea or coffee? ' ‘Tea and coffee don’t need anything. That's what you want to hear. I can say it in two ways ভাবে in general or in interesting. How do you want to hear that? ' ‘Generally speaking. I don't see the need to be interesting. I think it will be interesting. ' ‘Can I stand up?’ 'Yes.' I started life-history. ‘Doctor, my father was a sick man. Psychopath. And my idea is a very bad kind of psychopath. How to get into his head - great men can be made. It is possible to do it with proper training. His argument is that if doctors, engineers, robbers, murderers can be made in education and training, then why can't great men be made? Sick people are thinking on a single track. His thoughts were like this — he got into the game of making great men. I am his only student. He did this with a very cold head. His idea is that if my mother is alive, she will not allow him to give such training. So he removed his mother. ' ‘You mean removed?’ "Killed." "What are you talking about?" ‘I certainly didn’t see my mother being murdered. I did not find any such evidence. Dad is not a man who would kill with evidence. Very cold-headed man. His head is so cold that sometimes I think maybe he wasn’t sick. Sick people don't work so thoughtfully. Sick people's heads are not so clean. ' "Then say." ‘Do you find it interesting?’ "Interesting, of course, but I know why you seem to be trying to confuse me." I laughed. The doctor said, why are you smiling? I said, I will not confuse you with the story. You can rest assured. Everything I say is true. I can confuse you without the story. ‘Let’s see!’ I smiled and looked at the doctor for a while and said in a simple voice, there has been an accident in your house at the moment. Your little girl poured boiling water on her feet or hands a while ago. He is being taken to hospital. ‘Are you telling me to believe this?’ "Yes, I'm talking." Mr. Irtazul Karim dropped the drink on the ashtray and said, Mr. Himu, do you want me to call home? ‘Do it.’ The doctor started telephoning, the line was getting engaged. The doctor's eyes and face are starting to harden. He puts the receiver down, dials again. I'm holding a cigarette and looking at the doctor with interest. He is looking at me with narrowed eyes while dialing. It took him about ten minutes to get to the line. In these ten minutes he was sweating. Sweat dripping down his forehead. After getting the line, he said in a trembling voice, who, who? I can't hear Opash. However, I understand from the doctor's words that his wife is holding him on the other side. The doctor said, how are you? All right? What is Shuchi doing? Watching TV? I will be late. All right. He put down the receiver and said angrily, "My little girl is well." Watching tv Why did you scare me? ‘I didn’t show fear! Confused. A very modern man like you believed me and became restless in terror. So see চাইলে I can if I want to confuse. Shall I tell you my biography, or are you discouraged? ' ‘Say. Briefly. No need to go into details. " ‘In a nutshell, my father started making me a great man. He wanted to make me indifferent to the world, the life around me, the wonderful nature. ' ‘How?’ ‘He came up with various ways to get rid of addiction by using his intellect. In short, I am not describing the methods anymore. ' ‘Say a method.’ ‘Once Dad brought me a parrot. I was four or five then. I am fascinated by birds. Dad said the parrot could learn to talk very easily. You teach him to talk. I will stand next to Rose and say - Himu, Himu. One day I will see that he will call you beautifully - Himu. Hi… mu… .. I teach birds with great enthusiasm. One day he really called out in a clear voice - Himu, Himu. I cried with joy. Dad then took the bird out of the cage and separated it from its head and torso. ' The doctor said in a hushed voice, My God! I smiled and said, if you want, I can talk about one or two more methods. Tell me? ‘No, stay. I don't want to hear it anymore. ' ‘Dad also arranged for me to know the horrible aspects of human character. Sent me to live with some horrible kind of people. They are my uncle. Spent with the demons. But my uncles loved me very much. Which is called blind affection. He would often bring the madman home so that I could catch the strange mentality of the madman. He kept it for two or three days with care. One came terribly insane. He brought a pot from the kitchen and hit me. There are still scars on the back. Want to see? ' ‘No. Stay tuned today. And it doesn't feel good to hear. Talk to you soon and keep up the good content. I wrote in the diary. Come at night, around ten. ' ‘Saying to leave?’ ‘Yes, go. My own body is not feeling well. Looks like your story has affected me. Just say before you go? Did your dad's experiment succeed? ' I stood up and said - did not succeed. There was an error in the father's experiment. He wanted to show me the dark side of man. Could not show illuminated direction. I needed a person who was close to God — someone who would teach me — love, joy, passion, and goodness. I myself am looking for such people now. I can't. If I could, I could see the results of my father's experiment. ‘Is it possible to be a great man if you believe?’ ‘Yes, I do. Doctor, one more thing you need to say. But I can sometimes make predictions. I say something, it takes. When I told you that your daughter had been burned at the stake, I was convinced that it had happened. You may not have noticed that I said your youngest daughter. I didn't know you had a few daughters. ' "It's a coincidence, Mr. Himu." ‘Not exactly a coincidence. Will you call again? ' ‘No. You once confused me. I will not give you a chance to confuse me a second time. You're smart enough, but there's no reason to think I'm stupid. I laughed. Dr. Sah said, tell me where will you go? Come with me, I'll let you down. "Let's go." Most doctors drive their own cars. Just as teachers think everyone is a student, doctors think everyone is a patient. The car is like a patient to them. Drive your own car because your patient does not trust others. However, he is an exceptional doctor. Because the driver is driving his car. He spread his arms and legs and sat in the back seat. I sat next to him. ‘Will you drink, Mr. Himu?’ "Yes, no." ‘I was caught by a patient with an awkward drinking habit. I was not born to drink. The patient took out a silver drinking can and said, "Doctor, will you drink?" I was impressed by the box and took a drink. Starting from that. Now I drink and eat day and night. Drinks are bought as a bet. ' "Everything big starts small." ‘That’s right by You start by killing a bird, you end by killing a man. Where are you going to get off? ' "You have to put it down somewhere." ‘What is he. You don't want to get down to Paticular? ' ‘Yes-no. Well, Doctor, can I bring a friend of mine to you? ' ‘Of course you can. Is Uni like you? ' ‘No. No one is like me, Doctor. We are all different. ' ‘Why do you want to bring it to me?’ ‘That gentleman has a problem. He lives in Khilgaon. One storey house. There are no plants in front of his house. But he always sees a huge mango tree in front of the house. What does that mean? ' "Bring the gentleman once." "Well, I'll bring it." "Mr. Himu." ‘Yes?’ ‘Come with me. Let's go to my house - we will have dinner together. Do you mind? ' "No, I don't mind." We stopped in front of a two-storey house on Dhanmondi Road No. 3. The gate is open. Gathering in front of the gate. It was learned that the little girl of this house had fallen into a pot of hot water a while ago and glowed. An ambulance came and took him to the hospital. Doctor Irtazul Karim ran inside. I stood alone. The doctor returned almost immediately. Mechanical said, back from the chamber I always take a bath in hot water. The house has a water heater. The water heated for me because the heater was not working today. I said, burned too much? The doctor said in a low voice, yes. He was taken to hospital in an unconscious state. "Let's go to the hospital too." The doctor said in a tired voice, you don't have to go to the hospital. Sorry, I can't feed you dinner today.

Himu part : 4 The footpath of the main road. An old gentleman is crouching on the sidewalk of the main road, taking nuts from thonga and eating them. There is a lot of organization in terms of food. Almonds are spread from the shell. The shells are placed in front. The gentleman kept blowing nuts for a long time. The red shell on the nut is blown away due to blowing. Then he put nuts in his mouth one by one from far above. I stood up curiously. A few more like me have been curious. I also see them looking from a distance. The gentleman put the last piece of nut in his mouth and stood up. He looked at me and said in a happy voice, not uncle? Today he was the first to recognize me. I did not recognize. Now I know - Mr. Morshed. He was wearing suit and tie that day, today he is wearing pajamas and Punjabi sheet. The gentleman looks more beautiful in pajamas-Punjabi. ‘What was Mr. Morshed doing?’ ‘I was eating nuts. I don't eat nuts for many days. A boy was frying hot nuts. It was greedy to see. I bought two rupees. Many can eat nuts while walking. I can't. I was sitting on the sidewalk eating nuts. People were looking at me like crazy. ' ‘Are you all right?’ "Yes, uncle is good." ‘Esha, how is Esha?’ ‘I think it’s good. And don't tell me if it's bad. ' ‘Did you go to him in the meantime?’ ‘I am Eid’ - I go for three days in a row. He is very upset. I will go after that. ' ‘Go do well. If you don't go to your wife, who will you go to? ' Mr. Morshed said in a depressed voice, I still don't understand whether it would be right to call Esha his wife. He sent a notice to the lawyer. Wants a divorce. ‘When was the notice sent?’ ‘I didn’t see the date when it was sent. I got it today. The mind has become very bad. You may not believe, uncle, tears came to my eyes after receiving the notice. The notice came while I was eating breakfast in the morning. Then I can no longer eat breakfast. I tore the parota and put it in my mouth. I'm chewing, I'm chewing, I'm not going down the throat anymore. I drank a sip of water, if the parota goes down with the water. The drink went into the stomach but the parota remained in the mouth. ' ‘Come on Mr. Morshed, go and sit somewhere. You look tired. Maybe you’ve been walking all day? ’ ‘Yes. I didn't eat anything at noon either. I am so hungry. Then I bought nuts for two rupees. I wouldn't buy it, the boy was frying hot nuts. It was very greedy. ' I took the gentleman to Suhrawardy Udyan. Very good place to spend time. The children tell stories in pairs. Good to see you. When they tell stories, it seems that there is no one in the world but these two. There will never be. Hunger-thirst, winter-rain, nothing touches them. Once I saw two people talking in the rain. The girl came after Kajal. Washing that kajal in water made her look like a witch. The boy is not even seeing that horrible scene. She is looking with fascinated eyes. "Mr. Morshed." ‘Yes?’ ‘Eat something? There are mobile hotels, tea, cold drinks and even packets of biryani. ' ‘I don’t eat anything. Well, uncle, why do you call me Mr. Morshed? You will call me by my name. You are Esha's uncle. ' ‘Well that’s why I’ll call. Now tell me, why does Esha want to divorce you? ' ‘I am sick, Mama. Severe epilepsy. Doctors said Grandmol. Once the attack is horrible the situation is. All the jobs are gone due to the illness. ' ‘Are attacks very frequent?’ ‘It wouldn’t have happened before. It's happening now. ' ‘Not treating?’ ‘There is no treatment, mama. Doctors prescribe strict sleeping pills. How random is the head after eating these. There is no mango tree in front of our house. But whenever I go home from outside I see a huge mango tree. ‘See with your eyes?’ ‘Yes, let’s see. I don't just look at the tree, I see birds sitting on the tree. They chirp, I hear that sound. ' ‘Say what!’ Mr. Morshed sighed and said he needed to talk to a psychiatrist. But I don't want to go there. I heard that they take a lot of money. Mama is spending the money she has saved. It's almost over. ‘I have a psychiatrist I know. I will take you to him one day. ' "Yes, well." "Let's get you home." ‘I won’t go home now Mama. I left the lawyer's notice on the table. The notice will catch your eye when you go home. The mood will be bad. It feels good to be sitting here. ' "Well, then sit down." Mr. Morshed hesitated and said, Mama, will you talk to Esha a little? I don't know if there will be any gain, but a little. " "I will say." ‘I have a camera. I decided to sell the camera. The hand is completely empty. See if anyone is available. Bought at the wedding. Esha was very fond of taking pictures. I bought it for him. ' "Well, let's see if the camera can be sold." ‘Thanks Mama. You can also talk to a psychiatrist gentleman. How much money do you take, these. ' I sighed and left. Mr. Morshed is sitting in the posture of a monk with his legs raised. It's nice to see the scene from a distance. Neetu gave the address of a psychiatrist. I lost the card. I have to talk to the gentleman once with the address from Neetu.