I work as a security guard in a house in C block of Mohammadpur Taj Mahal Road. Stay in the open space of the car park to get a single choke. Eat your own. There is a kerosene stove under the bed. I have rice and pulses, I cook and eat rice and curry on my own.
In the meanwhile, leaving the wife without any notice is definitely not a happy event. Wherever I live, the cars of different flat owners come and go overnight. The lights are on 24 hours a day and the horn of the car keeps ringing. Just thinking about where to put my wife at night, my throat is getting dry and itchy.
I decided to give my wife a hard time for this madness. Anyway, he has to listen to some tough words. Oma, whenever I ask, "Why are you leaving Dhaka like this? What happened?" She doesn't say anything, just hugs me and cries. Heavy trouble!
The nature of horn fish is evident in this girl. The horn fish, like the head of the horn fish, starts to enter the ground, this girl also starts to enter the chest with the head and nose when she finds me. My chest is like his safe soft mud-soil bill. He always does that. At one point I became emotional. Lest anything hard be said again.
Honestly, after a long time I am very happy to have Nusrat. After how long I see the moon face! I came from home two months ago, I haven't gone in the meantime. Renting a car to get home is a big part of my salary, so I can't go despite my best wishes.
Even after trying so hard, I kept the angry look on my face, because these madnesses cannot be tolerated in any way. But there is no way to say anything. Is it possible to say something harsh to a girl who is as sweet as a woolly cat? Whatever he does, at the end of the day he is my horn fish. A horn fish of his own. Besides, it has come from so far away, it must not have been eaten. Stay now, then you can take action by understanding the opportunity.
I left the bag under the bed and sent Nusrat to the washroom and put the rice in the kerosene stove. I put two potatoes and an egg in the rice. I washed a handful of pulses in a pan. When the rice is done, I will pick up the pulses. Put mashed potatoes and eggs with one potato, and put another boiled potato in the dal. Nusrat loves thick chickpeas cooked with dried chillies and potatoes. With a paper lemon to eat with the leaves.
I made a temporary dining room like a wall by pulling the bed sheet where the water pea was kept under the stairs and let Nusrat eat. Seeing her eating, I realized that there was no water in her stomach at noon. Maybe he didn't eat anything in the morning.
She can't eat anything before the journey. Her father's house is only twenty miles from our house. Our house is in Fakirhat police station of Bagerhat and his house is in Chitalmari police station. Even though it is only a short distance away, he does not eat anything in the morning while going for a walk.
Spring. It has just started to get hot, the sultry heat has not started to fall yet, but it feels a bit hot as it is a place stuck under the stairs. Nusrat's forehead is dripping with sweat in the mild heat. It looks so good! It looks like a sack that encloses with a drawstring.
The pearl is shining brightly on the beautiful fair forehead. It seems that the soft dew of the morning has accumulated on the new thin grass at the end of the road. I'm staring at her. It seems that she is not a woman, but a teenage fairy in the sky, who forgot her way to Mohammadpur while going to Kohekahaf with her parents.
He is eating one or two cheeks and putting them in my mouth. I'm so happy! Tears come to my eyes again and again with joy. When I try to hide my tears, I can't hide because I can't see the girl. I keep the horn fish in my eyes all the time, but the hobby of the poor and the possible two polar things.
Nusrat wiped away my tears. A strange shiver spread through my whole body at the speed of lightning. It seemed to me that for such a touch, maybe people want someone like that in their life. One of his own, only to get a touch of it, people want to live in front of Azrael and live a little longer by avoiding death.
If not Mazhar's brother, in fact, time would have passed like this. In the morning he took his owner's children to Savar. This man drives the car of the owner of a four storey flat in this house. The village home is in Barura, Comilla. The family lives in a semi-finished tinsed house in D block. I have had a very good friendly relationship with him since I got a job at this house. I introduced him to Nusrat. I have talked a lot with Mazhar's brother, so he recognized me as soon as he saw me.
In the evening I took Mazhar's brother in charge of the gate and took Nusrat in front of the parliament building. He seemed to be glistening with joy. I am amazed at what he is seeing. Mudi macha, fuska, chatpati, whatever he eats, he remembers. What is this? What's that? Why so much jam? Why so many cars? These questions are plaguing me.
The funniest thing is seeing her cross the road. One foot in front of the car to see the back again! Again one foot comes back through the front. Holding my hand tightly like a saree, I think this hand is just his. Own at once. Nothing but death alone can release this handcuff.
Full moon night. A moon has risen in the sky like a dish. The scattering of light across the sky. That light is shining in the lake water of Chandrima Udyan. Nusrat and I are sitting on the paved bank of the lake. I muttered, "On this magical moon night, I want to tell you a secret of my mind, leaving my hand in your hand ..."
I wanted to stay a little longer, but I put Mazhar's brother at the gate. The poor man has been driving all day, now he needs some rest. So I went home again. On the way I bought a sari for the horn fish. The inside is completely black and the two sides are red.
I cooked it in the afternoon. What is left after eating Nusrat will become ours. Otherwise it would have been eaten outside. I have heard that Bobar Biryani from Bihari Camp is very tasty and the price is within reach. Never eaten. I have to eat with my wife tomorrow.
Walking past the residential college towards Taj Mahal Road and thinking to myself, where will I take Nusrat at night? He came to Dhaka for the first time, he can't be left alone. But where I live, I can't stay with my wife.
I decided to tell the landlord or his wife to make an arrangement. They take the whole floor. Except for two rooms, all the other rooms are empty at once. I went to their house a few times to do different things, then I saw. It is a matter of one night. They will surely understand the matter. And I will give the responsibility of the gate to Mazhar's brother or someone else for one night.
Back home, I told the plan to Mazhar's brother. After hearing everything, he said with a smile, "Okay, I'll go and sleep for a while now." I will come at eleven o'clock and sit at the gate. In the meantime, talk to your landlord. If there is any need, send me news. Saying this, he went home.
After ringing the calling bell twice, the landlady's workwoman opened the door. He is a very good man. I introduced Nusrat to him and told him everything. After hearing all this, he made his face dirty and said, "I am carrying Aiya inside, I am giving Daikya to Ammar."
The lady of the house, the two of us, stood up and greeted her. I have come to this house a few times before for various activities, but I have never sat on the sofa. Today my wife came with me, so I sat down. I could tell by the look on his face that he didn't like sitting on the sofa in the drawing room at all.
After hearing everything, the housewife told us straight away that there was no place for us to stay in her house. And I have been given a security job in this house, not to make fun of my wife. In that case, they would look for someone else for security.
I looked at the housewife's face once and the boy's face again. Bua's face is dark and so is the housewife's face. But the difference is, the wire is annoying and hateful and the boy is sad. In the grief of another poor man like him.
We smile when we see the insults and sorrows of others, but those who do not smile, but feel sorrow, are not ordinary people, superhumans. The same creation man, but what a difference between man and man!
There are tears in Nusrat's eyes. As if it were raining on the tin rice, another drop from the sky would roll with it. I grabbed his hand and broke down the stairs. I can't walk in shame and humiliation. It seemed to me that there was no greater sin in the world than to be born poor.
I heard from the driver and other people that the owner of this house was the landlord's father. The husband of this woman got ownership through ancestral sources. That is, he has no Munshiana here. What if this man here was born in a poor house like mine without being born in the house of his rich parents?
My hand on Nusrat's shoulder. Going down the stairs, I decided that God willing, one day I will own a better house. And I will do my best for that. Then somehow I will remind this woman of this night.
Nusrat is completely numb. He did not say a word. Before I went downstairs, I put my hand on his head and spoke my mind. He fell into my chest like a fallen fruit. I kissed her on the head a few times. The humiliation of her husband must have shattered the inside of her chest. The girl is crying. Cry, cry and understand that the world is not a straight place. Let him also feel some of the great sin of being born a poor man.
I decided that at night Mazhar's brother would actually send him home and sit here with his wife to guard the house and car. The wife of the security guard is also a one-night security guard. I will spend the whole night talking to the two of them. An arrangement can be made in the morning.
At half past eleven in the night, Mazhar's brother had not yet arrived. Nusrat and I are sitting quietly on the couch. Nusrat took my hand in his soft hand and said I came in this way and put you in great danger. I didn't really understand. I am ashamed of everything. I want to die in shame. I put my hand on the girl's shoulder. Which means, "I will cry from birth to death."
After a while, Nusrat said, your mind is very bad now, I do well? Oh yes, I forgot to say, we both have a medicine to make our minds better, but it is for both of us. A very secret matter. I said, now? "All the time just thinking nonsense in your head!" Saying this, he put his head on my shoulder with a nail in my chest and said softly, the first flower of our love blossomed in her womb.
He went to the hospital yesterday and found out. He rushed to Dhaka to give this happy news. I couldn't believe my ears after listening to him. I think let the world stop here, let time stop. Let this one word keep ringing in my ears from generation to generation.
At twelve o'clock Mazhar's brother came. He came and handed me a key ring and said, you stay at my house tonight with Bhabi. Aleya Bua called me from my owner's house and told me everything. I had feared this before about the landlord. I don't think there is any problem, the two of them can live well in this poor brother's house.
I said, you have only one room. If we go, it will be difficult to think. He said, I just left him at his brother's house in Basila. That is why it is late to come.
I am walking towards the front of Japan City Garden towards Mazhar's brother's house. The roads are empty at once. During the day it is not understood for the carriage, the whole road on both sides looks very wide. The light of Jochna is shining. The wife is holding my hand tightly and walking side by side. I feel his body rubbing against hers. This touch of one's own man is softer, more beautiful than any happiness in the world.
Every time I remember Mazhar's brother, I burst into tears. I am thinking in my mind, what an uproar in the sky today! How much people talk about this jochana!
People spend a lot of money to go to the sea, some go to the mountains and some go to the forest to see the light of this Jochna.
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