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The Zunaed Evan Story 

On the morning of Bhadra month, Shihab suddenly got into a difficult situation. The problem is, he sent Hassan to buy a rope to commit suicide. Hassan came out of the house wearing a shirt. Then in the evening he returned home with an aquarium in his hand. Leaving two goldfish in a polythene-wrapped packet, he said, "After feeding these fish every day, they can distinguish their owners."

Shihab said, "That's right, I sent you to buy ropes in the morning. You're going to commit suicide by writing a three-page letter to the world this afternoon. "

Hassan said in a cold voice, "I will not commit suicide." "Then why did you write a silly letter to me?"

Hasan started pouring water in the aquarium without any reply. Shihab said, "Those who commit suicide in the world do it without any help but I am here to help you."

"It's better for me if you don't do me this favor."

"Then why did you write this in the letter?"

"It simply came to our notice then

You can think. ”

"Do you think I can't think of your place?" Hassan said in surprise, "Do you think I should kill myself?"

"I told you the reasons."

Hasan is silent.

Shihab said in a tired voice, “If you are afraid of being strangled, there is an alternative thought. Want to die reading a beautiful story book? ”

Hassan did not shake his head.

“Put potassium cyanide in the pages of the book. Page flipping

Time is running out when fingers merge into tongues. "Hassan said," You have this bizarre idea of ​​potassium cyanide.

Where did you get it? "

“I read detective books.

"But why would you decide to kill me?"

"Does man make all his own decisions?"

"You want to kill me, but with me."

"Why would I want to kill you?" What is my interest in this? ” "But you are doing it. "

"Not everyone on earth commits suicide. Some to survive

By I want to save you. "

Hassan asks Bhru Kuch, "Suicide for survival?"

"Because people can die but can't forget."

Hasan is silent.

Shihab said, “There is another alternative to the fear of potassium cyanide. Want to die in your sleep? While dreaming, he went to another dream inside the dream. Then he never came back. ”

Hasan laughed when he heard Shihab's words. Said, "Do you know the easiest way to commit suicide by searching on Google?"

"What?"

"Counseling is available in almost all the search results

The phone number of the center is given. And you're telling me, do people commit suicide to survive?

Shihab thought for a moment and said, "Even if the word sounds like suicide, it will mean self-abnegation.

"Suicide is called suicide?"

"I did not say. Rabindranath says. Kadambari Devi wrote after committing suicide that only the one who can give up self, can have the best rights over the soul. "

Hasan met Shihab a couple of years ago. Hasan called after seeing the advertisement of roommate on the street wall. A two-room house. A kitchen, a tiger. Then everything was going the way it was supposed to go. Shihab is an unmarried man. Hassan asks, "Are you married?" Hasan did not reply, saying, "We would rather not talk privately."

One day it became known that Hasan was married. His wife left him a couple of years ago. Shihab asks, "Divorce?"

"We don't talk privately," says Hassan.

Shihab writes at night. One day he asked Hasan if he had any problem with the light of the lamp. Table

Hasan replied, "If there is a problem, don't write anymore?"

Shihab said in surprise, "I will write."

"Then why did you ask?"

"In that case I will go to the living room and write."

"Why do people care so much about trivial problems?"

"It simply came to our notice then. If someone has a problem, it is difficult to write. "

"But if you go to the living room and write, I'll have a problem." Shihab wants to know, "How?"

"A man can't write for me in his bed, I can't sleep with this in mind. "" Then what can I do? " Said Shihab.

"Why are you talking about something?" I did not say, I have a problem with the light. But Nitu had problems. When he slept, he slept as dark as a grave, as if the light of the body was the only light. ”

"Who is Nitu?"

"My wife."

Shihab is silent. I wonder if it would be appropriate to ask where his wife is now. Hassan got out of bed, lit a cigarette and smoked for a while. Maybe he wants to say something very organized. Sunil Gangopadhyay said that where the story starts, there is a story before it. And, there's the story behind where it ends.

It took Hassan a while to figure out where to start. Then he got up from the bed and looked into Shihab's eyes. If someone keeps an eye on Shihab, it is very helpful to understand him. People can't lie by looking into their eyes, that's not true. He may lie, but it catches his eye.

Shihab asked, "Where is Nitu?"

Hassan leaned against the wall and said, "Many years ago, we got off a train at the wrong station. Then the month of Shravan. It rained intermittently. Nitu came out of the platform with a huge suitcase in his hand and came down to the street.

It's raining, it's dawn. The sound of azan from the microphone of a nearby mosque. The driver of the auto rickshaw is seen sleeping with polythene wrapped around his body. Due to the introduction on the train, I said politely, wait a minute, the light is on.

Nitu said, "What will happen if the light shines?"

"Now no rickshaw-CNG will get anything." Muffsball platform. Dark railroad. Two strangers are one

Sometimes.

The letter is over

PRIEST C

I am sitting in the center of the rain. A couple of hawkers are still wandering around. Nitu took a book out of the bag. Poet Shelley's book of poems. “Why do births and deaths, dreams and fears come back so dark in the light of this world, why do people do that? Love and hate, despair and hope? ”

When I saw the book by the poet Shelley in Nitu's hand, I said, "

Perhaps he did not expect such a thing from a stranger on the train. This is the first time Nitu has looked at me. Then he said in surprise, "What is your name?"

I said, "Laugh."

“I want to read Oedipus now. I don't know if the poet Shelley was able to finish reading the book. "

I started telling him the story of Oedipus. Oedipus, king of the city of Thebes. One day, despite his strong reluctance, he became a murderer of his father and a bedfellow of his mother under the curse of the gods.

Nitu is upset to hear the story of Oedipus, the king of Thebes. “King Lass, Oedipus' father, also knew the words of the god. So he assigned a shepherd to kill Oedipus, but the shepherd did not kill him but handed him over to another shepherd. Oedipus's place in the cycle of events is in the hands of the childless king Polybus of another country. Oedipus began to grow little by little. Then one day he also heard the words of the god, you will be the murderer of the father and the bedfellow of the mother! "

Nitu stopped me and asked, "Why would the curse of God be like this?"

It is raining heavily on the platform. We are two strangers light

Waiting for it to explode. The story of Oedipus took us somewhere. It seemed for a moment that I was looking for this man. Green to see Nitu. It's like a yellow skin color.

After the lights went out, we discovered that we had both landed at the wrong station. Nitu became very restless with his huge suitcase. I looked great.

There are some moments, when it happens, it is understood that these moments have come to stay in life. What if the station wasn't wrong? If the rickshaw puller did not sleep in the polythene patch! What if the poet Shelley's presence had not occurred at that time? ‘So many mistakes’, ‘so many if one sequence after another came to the fore?

That morning, it seemed, there was no set time. No destination. This is an amazing fascination with life and the world.

I told Nitu, “A local train will stop at eight in the morning. We will get up and go down to the next station. ”

I was sitting on the platform in the middle of the day. I asked, "Are you hungry?"

Nitu nodded.

"Didn't you come here before?"

Nitu is silent. Where is the impression of a horror

In the face.

I said, “I have come to work in an office. I will stay for a week. "Nitu said," I have run away. I don't know how long I will stay. " The poet took Shelley's book out of the bag and started reading.

“You are the last song of the year

Mourning music of his funeral procession

This is the last dark night

The semi-circular roof of the cemetery of the year "

Neath

Decision

Will say

This