Zunayed Evan One day 9 am to 30 minutes A new Story/free Story

Zunayed Evan One day 9 am to 30 minutes A new Story 

One day at nine thirty minutes in the morning, the sound of knocking on the door woke Shihab. His habit of waking up late is long overdue. Mr. Rafiq is standing with his umbrella in his half wet body.

Shihab said, "You?" Mr. Rafiq said, “Your Panthapath house has the same problem

Was. The calling bell is broken. "

“So early? Something urgent? ” "I was going this way."

Mr. Rafiq left the umbrella and sat in the living room. His sitting posture says he didn't just come and go. Any

Came for a reason. "Can tea be arranged?" Said Mr. Rafiq.

Shihab goes to the kitchen to make tea. Mr. Rafiq said, "Are you alone or not?"

“Someone stays with me. Hassan's name. " "Where is he?"

“Sleeping. Today is the closing day. He has no office. ”

Mr. Rafiq sipped his tea and said, "How far is the story?" Shihab did not want to comfort. Said, “For now this story

I am not writing. " "Then?"

“I am thinking of writing a book of poetry. The name would be, ‘I am poetry occasionally

Mr. Rafiq muttered, "Do I write poetry occasionally?" Shihab said, “Yes. The story is not progressing. ”

Inside, Hasan wakes up. Three different people brought breakfast from outside and had breakfast together. Chicken soup, parota and

Fried potatoes. Hasan joined the conversation.

Mr. Rafiq said, “I love this roommate

It takes. More than one stranger with a different life, different furniture

They live together. "

Hasan shook his head.

Do you have any difficulty in writing? ”

Mr. Rafiq asked, "He lit the lamp all night and Hasan said," I have no problem with the light. "

"My wife."

Then he took a short break and said softly, “But Nitu had a problem. When he slept, he slept as dark as a grave. ” "Who is Nitu?" Mr. Rafiq asked.

"Where is he?"

"Gone, two years ago."

"Where?" Hasan does not answer the words and looks at the expressionless. Where is Nitu?

From where it came to where it stopped, it cannot be said in one word. Mr. Rafiq addressed Shihab and said, “Now it is poetry

Writing? ”

Shihab said, “Yes. I'll tell you a poem. " ‘Suddenly one night the violin sounded in the nightclub

Where is the past in the inner circle of the disco rhythm, which I have not been able to find out till now thinking 'I forgot'. At the sound of the violin,

Darkness descends on this colorful lamp club

Like a blind sparrow, forgetting the north and south of the sky, Khwaja eats the wire of electricity.

Suddenly one night the violin sounded in the nightclub. ” Shihab thinks he can't write poetry. His poems

Is a fragment of the novel. How many ancient depressing paths can this path end? It is not written in the poem, only the push is given in the poem. How much love-unrest, how many people come and stand here today in addition and subtraction. What a habit to be alone. Being alone with everyone is much harder than being alone without everyone. Once upon a time there were people filling the dining table at noon-night. Then one day a tidy family, in an old furniture store taken by cart.

Over time, Shihab's thoughts began to change. Can't match two simple numbers, for a long time. One is Mr. Rafiq, the other is Hasan. The problem with Rafiq Saheb is not with Rafiq Saheb. The story that Shihab is writing is not progressing. Gaining praise by writing something, trampling them in front of the eyes and suffering in self-satisfaction; These are not in his style.

Shihab's second problem is with Hasan. Shihab to understand his story

Can't When he has difficulty understanding something, he thinks about it from the beginning. The same story, the same subject matter, when you think about it from the beginning, great things come out of it.

Shihab has been doing the same in Hasan's case. One day he came to know that Hasan's wife had left two years ago. The day they first met Nitu, the two of them got off the train at the wrong station. Then the month of Shravan. Heavy rain. A little talk on a dark platform. The story of Oedipus was the subject of conversation. 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.

Shihab closed his eyes and started thinking, where did the story of Oedipus come from? Then there are thoughts, from the poet Shelley's book. When Nitu started reading a book by the poet Shelley, Hassan told him that the poet had died in an accident at a very young age. At that time, Oedipus, the famous book of Sophocles, was found in the pocket of the poet's jacket.

They reached Khulna Junction railway station by a local train at 8 am that day. Based on his acquaintance with the long incident of the night, Hasan took Nitu to his house by a CNG. Nitu ran away from home and went to his girlfriend's house in Khulna.

And smile? Went to office work. Then the context of a moment

They seemed to be tired of walking together in the alleys of Paris, standing in front of the Eiffel Tower. When millions of colored lamps start to change color at once, they return

Comes to the poet Shelley. Nitu handed the book to Hasan and said, "You don't have to return it."

Shihab closed his eyes and thought. Basically, Hasan's description starts to get complicated from here. Rudra's rise in the story from a note left in the fold of the book. Inside Rudra's letter is a heart-wrenching poem by Tarapada Roy. Inside each letter of the poem was a hundred-year-old rage.

Then one day it may or may not be known, that

Mine with you or;

You will never see me again.

Shihab feels compelled to explain the letter in a special volume. In the letter

There is a description of a historical moment of Nitu's love affair with a young man named Kar. Rudra woke up and saw that Nitu had brought a turban and sherwani, the two of them would get married today. But the letter did not say whether they were married or not.

Since Hasan has read the letter found in the fold of the book, is this girl who got off at the wrong station married or unmarried? Asking to know that, he took leave from the service office and went to Khulna, to Nitu. Nitu started saying from the very beginning. He was going to Cox's Bazar. Then, not getting a bus seat, he fell into the clutches of a waiting stranger and suddenly met Rudra. The night patrol police stopped at Banani's house in the morning after flying the kite. From there, he took Leonardo Cohen's hand to the attic roof and sat quietly to watch the sky.

It is known that Nitu was married to Rudra that morning. They were talking about getting married, about the moment. They wanted to make every moment of happiness bigger, but today Nitu ran away from home and stood in front of Hasan, an unknown stranger in Khulna. This is a wonderful illusion of life and the world

Shihab said, "I don't understand your story. You are everything

You are saying nothing again. ”

Hassan was surprised and said, "How?" "How did Nitu get married to you?" She left you two years ago. Are you divorced? ” Hassan said, “Before this question comes another question. After Rudra got married to Nitu, why did he escape to Khulna? At the moment when we are waiting to hear the call of an owl in the muddy water of Rupsha on the bank of two rivers, where is Rudra? Were they divorced? ” Hasan is silent. The characters in his story are divided and merged into small alleys. They have different lives, but they all come together in one place. From there, everyone is separated again. Hasan said, “On the way back from Rupsha river that day, Nitu got a call. At that moment, his face became dry. After placing the phone, I asked, "What happened?" Neetu said, "Can you get me a train ticket?" "Where are you going?" “Dhaka. Tomorrow morning. " "Are you going home then?"

Nitu calls Tisha without answering. "Hello Tisha, has Aunt Ruba come to the country?" I don't know what Tisha is saying from the side of the phone. But suddenly Nitu said with tears in his eyes, "I am leaving."

I asked, "What happened?" Nitu did not answer and said, "Can you?"

"What?"

I look at Nitu. The countless tears in his eyes made me rejuvenate. When writing a poem in search of the right word, like a wooden pohata is a solid thumping moment.

The next morning at nine o'clock. Khulna Junction Railway Station. Nitu window

"Train tickets."

He is looking at the side. I said, “Our wrong station in front. You will see how pale everything looks in daylight. ” The train left. Nitu looks out the window without answering.

The sun is shining.

I said, "We were sitting in the middle of a rain of service." Nitu said, "Why are you going to Dhaka?" I said, “Office work is almost over. I am going back two days ago. ”

Shihab stopped Hasan and said, "But you took leave from the office."

"I lied to him." Shihab asks, “Then? Tell me a little bit. "

“We were sitting in the carriage on the opposite side of the train. Going forward, looking back. I asked Nitu, "Why are you going back to Dhaka all of a sudden?"

Nitu said, "Dad is gone." "Where?"

"To Ruba's aunt."

"Aunt Ruba is back in the country?" "That's what he said."

Divorced. "

“But what do you have to do here? Nitu is silent just to be different. Maybe he doesn't know what to do.

Really! The lyrics of the song linger inside the mind on a horrible night or on a wall of mechanical concrete. I said, "Eat cutlets?"

Nitu did not answer. Looks like he's asleep. What is he dreaming? I wanted to see his dream. If two people had the same dream at the same time in their sleep, then who would be in control if there was a conflict in the dream?

After crossing the vast playgrounds, crop lands, mosques, open windows, we were almost close to Dhaka. The fact that I have moved closer to Dhaka gave me a shock. If someone starts dreaming before the body goes to sleep, then such a jolt is created from inside the brain. Its name is Hypnik Jerk. I said, “We are almost gone. Would you like something to eat? ”

Nitu blinked and said, "It's all over."

I said firmly, “Nothing will end if you are not finished. “I'm talking about food. There is nothing on the train at this time. ” I took out a cold cutlet and two pieces of chicken from the packet

I gave.

"Tell me to reduce the sugar." The last hour of the train is the longest one hour. But I.

I wanted to hold the time. The creation of the moment is in the hands of time. But how different the nature of the two. Time flies; And the moment stands. People are just like that. There are some ways to go and some ways to go

Stands. Hundreds of years ago, Jibran said, “People are the way, again

People are travelers. ”

I said, "Didn't sleep at night?"

"People can't sleep with so much joy and so much difficulty."

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"Would you like some tea?"

"No."

"Then what should be done?"

"It simply came to our notice then. Joy and sorrow are contagious. If you tell someone about happiness

Happiness is doubled. And speaking of sadness, sadness is divided into two parts. "" Where did you get this equation from? " "I have figured it out. There is also a scientific explanation for this. Us

Hormones ... Neetu stopped me and said, "Wisdom doesn't want to hear."

I said, "Why are you hurting yourself?"

"It simply came to our notice then. Someone like that himself

It doesn't hurt like that

We're almost gone. We flew to Dhaka a little before evening

At the port railway station. I think this is the longest story of a train. That story started with a wrong station. And it's over in this solid thumping evening.

I said, "One thing is not asked."

"What?"

"Why did you run away from Dhaka?"

Neetu said, "I wanted to lose" then think a little

Said, “To find myself. *

"Do you have to lose to find yourself?" “We judge people by the actions of their Kansas Minds. But that

The shadow of man. "

"Then where is the man?"

"One man thinks." About twelve to sixty thousand thoughts were subconscious that day

"Where do the thoughts come from in the subconscious mind?"

“Language is needed to think. Karl Marx gave a great explanation about human beings. Babui birds have lived in the same pattern for hundreds of years

Tied up. Nowhere does that change. But man? Here is his ornament. "I got off the train and gave Nitu a CNG. I said," Let's take you home. "Nitu said, I can go alone."

I have a look of disgust.

Yes. I have come across so many paths, one of the paths

Nitu said, "Where is your home?"

I said, "A little ahead of your house, Mohakhali."

"How do you know where my house is?" "How many times have you spoken about Banani's house."

Our CNG is moving along Banani road. The rustling sound of the wind from outside. I said, "Let me know when you need it." "If you don't need it?"

Nitu smiled softly and said, "Let me know if you don't need to." The two of us were silent for a while. In our silent conversation

I just can't say for sure if I was alone. Leaving a abandoned city, he once came in front of Nitu's house and stopped his CNG.

Nitu asks, "How are you going?" "I will leave with this CNG."

"Who lives at home?"

"No one else?"

"No."

"Uncle Majo."

Sadness is completely new to me. Poet

On the way back home, I started walking down CNG in the middle of the road. Although I could not specify the cause of the upset, I understood this much

Like the poems of Aranyaka Basu. "In fact, the words have become inscriptions on the lips of all extinct birds

In fact, all the words have been erased in the light years away

In the starless blue darkness

In fact, the words have come and gone

In the pea field, green. "

I walked a long way and returned home at ten o'clock at night. Mercy opens the door. Mercy is nineteen. Her only job is to be with her uncle. It's the same age. Paralyzed on him. Most of the time he sits in a wheelchair on the verandah. One day I asked, “You're on the porch all day

Why are you sitting? ”

Mama said in a calm manner, "I see the sky."

"Sky?"

"Can you finish looking at the sky?"

"Never."

"Then what do you see all the time?"

"From a distance, all the stars look the same, but when approached, two

A different world. " "Like humans?"

Mama laughed and said, "People are more complicated."

"How?"

“There is a bridge between two people. We can reduce the distance of the bridge, but we cannot cancel the existence of the bridge. "

One day Mejo met Mami on the side of the road. That with Mami

Office colleague The gentleman's name is Imtiaz. Who almost time us

He used to come home and talk to his uncle. What is the news of the country, how is the business and trade going on? Our distance was such that I knew Mami would see me.

It is the responsibility of that hesitant moment to look at me and speak up

I was walking away leaving my eyes on Mami. Mami called. I was shocked to see Mami and said with such a face, “You?

Mami said, "Why this look?"

"Laugh!"

Where is it? ”

I said with a dry smile, "There is a lot of work pressure." This man raised me on his lap. Tighten the legs

As far as I'm standing today, this man has left. Those afternoon filled loves are standing in line in Qatar without expecting any return thanks. I am indebted to him for such a small life.

Obtained from Uncle Imtiaz said, "Is the office the same as before?"

I nodded, "Yes."

He used to come to our house. The first meeting on the same day after marriage. I don't know how unexpected it was, how much it was supposed to be. I just knew that one day everyone would have to give an account of it. From the outside it looks like one thing, but inside it means another truth. Gibran has a beautiful saying, "Isn't the flute that governs your soul the bamboo that has been pierced with a knife?"

Mami said, "Are you married?" "You know the tax." I thought a little. How do you know? Mami has not had any contact with any of our family since the divorce.

Suddenly Mejo Mama fell ill and one day Mami just came. After being taken to the hospital, the doctor said, "The chances of survival are slim."

Said, want to change the cabin. "Any problems here?"

"Let's go and see the sky on this last journey."

Even though he asked me to come down, there was a fear somewhere. I called Nami. When he arrived at the hospital the next morning, Mama did not come. Standing outside the cabin from a distance, as far as could be seen,

Darker than darkness.

They were trying to understand a basic need of life in the midst of instability. When people lose, what happens to relationships?

What is the relation of everyone in the meeting by returning his word to Imtiaz Uncle along the sandy path

I said, "Getting to know Nanu is hard work. It's not true, knowing people. He said to her," It's very easy to know people. "

"No, people have to believe in it. One of the two unbelievers

Nami nodded and said, "Where did you live?"

To take the report of the razor. My uncle's body is not good. "

Has done again

The three of us are standing in a strange equation of life in different suns.

I have no right to anyone but this arrogance, maybe

Strengthen my will. I am not the only one to determine injustice like anyone else, but the pride that I cherish in my heart out of emotion, went a little in front of Intiaz Mank and made a CNG stand.

Nasi said, "I will come one day."

"What else has changed?"

"Wheelchair. Porch sky." Mami said in surprise, "The sky on the porch?"

“Hmm, Mama used to sit on the veranda and look at the sky. If asked

"It looks like two different worlds," he said.

Mami stared helplessly. Why are you feeling helpless.

That, of course, is not clear to me. The one who does not do wrong can be light by blaming the other. But when you can't blame someone, you're in trouble again. Or all this is an illusion of the moment. As I was walking down the street, a memory came from behind and pushed me back to the past. Rows and rows of sailing boats depart in an instant, where waiting moments ambush.

Then while walking on the road again, you have to step back after leaving all those moments from the past to the past.

The relationship between one life and another, somewhere far away, can be compared to the soul. Which exists but is not seen. Shihab finds God in that existence. I think so. Someone is sitting far away and controlling everything.

Let's talk about that night. Nitu is standing at a bus counter without getting a bus ticket to Cox's Bazar. It was eleven o'clock at night. He will not return home. Will go to sea by morning bus. At such a time, if a strange man did not warm him, he would not go to an unknown young man named Rudra and ask for a lighter.

If Rudra had not originated, such a letter would not have existed in the fold of the book. For this, Rudra had to decide to sit on the bench of such a passenger camp at that time. This is a story that many people have to make a decision without knowing it, there must be a connection somewhere.

Hasan began to say, “After returning from Khulna, he is in full swing again

Office. There was a lot of work pressure in the office then. It used to be night when I came back. I used to come and see Mejo Mama lying down with the lamp off. If he feared my arrival, he would put a complaint in his mouth and say, "Why are you late?"

One day when I came back from the office, I saw him sitting in front of the TV and sleeping on a wheelchair. I looked for a while. When life is very fast, maybe you haven't even thought about it, such a life is waiting to happen. As if waiting behind a dark bush

Hunter. Like a hungry stomach.

Waiting for relief, the river breaks in mourning

On the one hand, the pressure of work in the office, on the other hand, the family made mejo mama upset. At such a time one afternoon I went to Nitu's house in Banani. Tisha opened the door as soon as the calling bell rang. Said, "Who did you come to?"

"To Nitu."

"Apu is not at home."

I said, "I'm getting off the phone." Tisha let me sit and left. Afternoon and evening. Alone

I'm sitting alone. The house is such that even if no one knows me, I know what is going on inside everyone. Nitu came home at seven in the evening. Seeing me uncomfortably, he said,

"You?" I said, “I just came here. I can turn off your phone. " Nitu said in a tired voice, "I went to Aunt Ruba's house."

"Where's Uncle?"

"You are with him. Of course he was not at home when I went.

"Are they married?" “No. Do it soon. "

"Then why did you go?"

"There is no reason, just like that."

I said, "What did Aunt Ruba say?"

"And mother?"

"Married at this time?"

“Mother is like her. Don't go out all day. "" Tisha? "

"The news about her marriage is going on. Get married next month. ”

"Isn't it necessary for Dad to get married before he gets married?"

The boat will sink if it falls sideways. The curiosity imposed by unconditional simple relationships, rather than bringing us closer, reduces the distance. Suddenly the sound of a calling bell. Nitu opens the door and looks ha. Bengali

Said in an unprepared voice,

Anika sat numbly to one side. Said, "How strange?

We first met today. "

The word 'perplexed' in the dictionary has come for such a period. Nitri "Anika!"

Nitu says softly, "I just came from your house." "Yes, I was out."

No such thing was noticed inside Nitu. Pressed

The voice said, "Suddenly?"

"Somewhere we were supposed to be together, but we were so different."

Nitu is silent. Anika then with a wooden box in Nitu's hand

"It's for you," he said.

"What is it?"

"This is a showpiece made of Torro horns."

"What is Toro?" "It simply came to our notice then

The Spanish name of the bull. There is a 'Bull Running Face Val'. Not everyone who plays this game with a lot of enthusiasm, those who suffer from indecision, also play this game as a last resort.

Takes part. "

Interrupting their conversation, I said, "Why this last attempt?" Anika said, "The rule is, you have to run.

A group of mad bulls are running after you. Some fled the race, or were trampled to death by bulls. And those who survive the race, they think life has given them another chance, second chance life. "

Nitu said, “We are also being chased by the bull team. My mother is watching the bull's footsteps and a fierce bull is looking at it with sad eyes. "Why are you staring at me with sad eyes?" Anika asked.

"How?" "Twenty-six years ago, you were supposed to be with my father. The reason we are together today is different for the same reason. I'm done. "

"If everything goes wrong, what is destiny?" Nitu looks at Toro's horn in frustration. Inside the senses, the wings flutter, like a swan. Material sun, emotional love or life will sink now.

Tisha joins the discussion. When I got up to leave, Nitu told me to go to dinner. I ate that food at ten o'clock at night. Nitu's mother has been informed that Anika has arrived.

He appeared after a long time. He said, "Are you Anika?" Anika nodded and sat quietly. Tell me what! Some have relationships; It affects life a lot but there are things to say

No. After the meal, Abida Sultana went to her room. Nitu and Anika were talking about a different story of a mistake twenty-six years ago. No one can think from outside his circle. The same story I heard from Nitu when I heard from Anika,

Which you do It's morning. This does not mean that there is no king anywhere. This means that darkness is covered by the reflection of light.

Anika said, "It happened to me in Spain. When I was a little older, I found out that my father did not marry my mother. Two years after my birth, my mother got married to a Bengali. That relationship did not last long. .

Meanwhile, I started working after school and college. But I never met my father. What a damp sadness. One day my mother showed me a picture of my father. My relationship with my father, up to that picture.

My father never contacted me, I never saw my mother talk about it. Maybe mom didn't want to say. One day he just said that his father had married his girlfriend. That girlfriend is your mother. Us

The relationship between the two is so different but the pain is the same. ” Nitu is listening with his hand on his cheek. Anika goes on to say, “After many years, my mother went on a tour of Thailand one day. Although I was supposed to go, I canceled at the last minute. There he met his father and mother. Maybe that's what happened. "

Neetu said, "Haven't you met your father before?" .

He used to call me Anu. "Nitu asked," Where is he? "

"Now when I come to the country, I communicate with that gentleman. He married another. He lives in Maghbazar. ” "See you?"

"Yes. He did not recognize me. I said, I'm Anika. When I was very young, you used to call me 'Anu'. "

Nitu said, “Daddy will go to Spain and marry your mother. You

Will be together. There is no problem. ”

Anika said, "I'm not staying with them."

“Why?

"I hate Dad."

"Isn't there a reason to love Dad?"

"When I was four months old in my mother's womb, she wanted to kill me. A four-month-old fetus has a function of hearing. She

I can hear my mother's heartbeat. ” Anika took some pictures out of the bag and said, “The people in the picture

Everyone is calling me from around the circle. My never with them

I don't see them but my life is with them. ”

Nitu is looking at the pictures with his hand. A few people turned around in the picture. Nitu, Tisha, Abida Sultana, Azgar Hossain. Neetu said, “So I saw a picture inside and my eyes went up to my forehead. I

Did you come to Bangladesh? "

I said, "Why is this picture here?"

Anika said, "What do you mean?"

I said, "I know this gentleman."

Anika said, "Do you know him?" I said, “Yes. Uncle Imtiaz. ”

Anika said, "I was talking about him. My mother married him after he left for Spain. Later, however, the relationship did not last. My mother took me a long way alone. ”

I said, “Then he returned to the country and worked for a private company. Many years later, she married a colleague there. "

Anika said "How do you know so much?"

Nitu looks at me in surprise. I said, “I grew up in my uncle's house. Mejo had an affair with Mami, a colleague in her office. Once Mama became paralyzed, Mejo Mami divorced. Later I came to know that Mami got married to that colleague. This is Imtiaz Uncle. ” We all stared at each other in silence. Anika was right, what is the fate if everything is wrong? ”

At this point, Shihab stopped Hasan and said, "You are complicating the story." "How?"

"What has Imtiaz got to do with this story?"

"Don't you understand?"

Shihab seems worried.

No one can take anyone's place. The void of one can never be filled by another. Below the void are such spots (------); It is also in the heart.

“One day

Ignoring the disco beat in the nightclub, the violin sounded and the dagger in his chest provoked faith. Mr. Rafiq objected at this point in the poem, saying, It looks good. "

Shihab said.

"When the violin plays in the nightclub ignoring the disco beat, the dagger in the chest provokes faith.

Is it okay now? ”

Mr. Rafiq nodded and said, “All right. But I don't really understand the violin market in the nightclub. ” "No one goes to the nightclub to hear the violin. An unexpected

I wanted to capture the moment. "

"Why would the ultimate truth of life be unexpected?" "Because our expectations were not true."

Mr. Rafiq anxiously asked, "What is the truth?"

Shihab said, “Light is not the success of life. Successful life is in the dark. "Mr. Rafiq did not seem to be worried about light and darkness.

He said, "Do you write poems now and then?" Shihab shook his head. The sudden arrival of Mr. Rafiq is not clear to him. He said, "Have you come for any special work?" "You're a lonely man, I thought I'd see."

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"Being alone does not mean loneliness."

"What does loneliness mean to you?" “He who has no one is not alone. No one, he is alone. "

Shihab wants to know a truth. Half bifurcated living idiots are true. It is as true as burning heat in the middle of the night and not falling asleep. Then when he met Hasan, he said, "Then what happened? Did Azgar Hossain get married? ”

Hassan said, “Yes. Sending invitation letters to guests on bot pages

Was done. "

"Married or not?"

“Azgar Hossain got married for the first time like a coward. So the second marriage was very drumming. ” Shihab wanted to know about Anika. Hassan said, “One day on the street

Was seen. He looked at me and said, "You must have heard that my father's marriage."

"Yes, I heard from Nitu."

Anika joked, "After so many years, my parents got married!

I'm very busy. "

We went to a fast food shop on the side of the road and sat down. She wants to send a wedding card to Imtiaz Uncle. I said, "Uncle Imtiaz?"

Anika says in a normal way, "Why not?"

Uncle Imtiaz came to the wedding to surprise all of us. When Ruba stood in front of Aunty, the photographers were taking pictures at that time. He smiled and looked at the camera. He stood in the same position and took more pictures as his eyes were closed in the picture.

Azgar Hossain said, "Then you Imtiaz Sahib?"

Uncle Imtiaz kept the smile on his face while taking pictures. Then maybe at one point he was looking at me or maybe embarrassed. Surprised, he said, "You?"

I said, "I know Anika." Some of the debt in the relationship may or may not remain, the debt does not decrease, but increases when it is repaid. Rabindranath gave a great explanation of "You have given me what you have given me, you have given me as much as you owe me."