Unfinished Dialogue (Episode-8)

Episode- 8

For a few days, the cloud of fragmentation in the sky disappeared. Shahi and Mamun are walking slowly, on the side of Dak Bangala, the river of Birjasundari which runs through the coasts of the river roams. Although the name of the river is Birjasundari, it does not apply to the characteristics or principles of the river. There were huge rivers at one time, but there is nothing in the past or the old form of youth. Whether it is due to the rapid population or the rights of occupiers, it is the habitat of homeless people on both sides of the river, now the canal says there is no reason for committing a crime. However, without mentioning the name left of the ancestor, it is said that the name of the last name is absolutely adorned. Not to work, the name is there, yes - river Birjasundari is a branch of Pagaria River. The waves are flowing towards the depths of gloomy, and it is being heard that the word 'Rob Rab' is continuously floating in it, the leaves are being floated in the direction of a war-torn country, like the refugees of the war-torn country, the Shahi and Mamun is going to walk in the cold air. The lonely tent came under the tree under the tree where it was tied with bricks. Mamun says,

-Get the advice of a good doctor and then you will know what happened to you.

-I can tell myself what happened to me.

-You should try to understand Shahi, not having dominion over boredom, it is necessary to think of a healthy brain. Life does not go like this, cannot go and certainly get better with the advice of a good doctor.

-Shahi, slowly breathing down the tears of the tired slit, the light of the breath, and the darkness in the sky in the evening, the winds fluttering over the river, looking at the sky watching the stars in the clouds, Shahi, after leaving the breath once again,

-Everybody on earth does not come to enjoy happiness! Someone comes to play in the river of happiness and sorrow, one day the end of the game goes out of the world with insatiable desire, but only a group of memories remains, thinking of themselves for consideration only.

-Tell to Mita?

-It is not possible Mamun, Mita cannot tolerate it, as the bird hunts for the hunter to fly on the water, Mita today's like a wounded bird, just roaming on the waves, the Cool pinnacle is not found in the water.

-That means!

-Mita's mother married a gentleman named Mr.Harun.

Mamun was shocked to hear the word. After tell,

- it is possible!

-Why Impossible! 

-Mita should have a little consolation in this bad day.

-The matter is very secret, and I do not have any mentality to comfort anyone when I go to forget what the benefit of raising love is?

-There is a word about humanity, Shahi.

-Humanity does not mean that Matte will be married to a dead body, believe me, I never expected this.

Laughing smile, Mamun replies, you are selfish.

Suddenly, he started to roar with Shahi, water was flowing with two eyes, the language would be blocked, he was tired gradually returning to normalcy and then saying,

-I know, that's what I deserve, hatred, laughter, and slander. I have nothing to do, my fate is going to take me away, I cannot move, Mamun, I cannot move. Mita disbelieved me, you know me, I am also a passenger who lost a straight path, just looking for the path and all my paths are covered in darkness. I have no any—

The last words of Shahi came as unclear and could not say anything, After sitting his hands on the head, How long after being silent, again say Shahi,

-My head is very heading, take me away.

Mamun walks slowly with Shahi, while the dusk of the evening is playing with a cloud in the sky, the zombie insect lighting bank of the river, River water flows as like before, just like the sloping of youth in the yard.

After few days, Mita met with Shahi but there was no any talk. Shahi was busy with a matter. Mita once saw to Shahi at that time Sheauly came in the way of Shahi and said,

-How are you, brother?

-Well

Shahi goes to the speed, without the slightest blow, the wound scarred Mita wings cannot fly in the air. The scarred wounds hit the wand, and could not fly to the wings, the stairs descended with sorrow in the rage. The classmates came forward to knowing Mita's good wishes but without hearing anybody's word, she came back straight to house.Minu did not go to the office today. Just not today, not going for a few days will enjoy weekend holidays, what is the benefit of leaving the government? Therefore it is best to enjoy the holiday. As it is an occasion has taken advantage of the holiday opportunities and what is the use of it. Mehdi was roasting in the balcony of the house; It was not only rubbish but also to keep the skin healthy, to massage the ripe bananas in the face, using herbal medicines so that the age does not go away, the skin is tough, followed by some special methods to make herself lucrative. Does it. However, Minu was good looks and sitting on the balcony. In the next room, Mr. Harun played the music of Rabindra Sangeet in the cassette player and had to match his voice to the cassette performances. Whatever age, there is happiness in the mind. The front door was open. When Mita came down from risks, she could see her mother busy with beautification practice in the balcony and then raging fire to anger, throwing a bag holding her shoulders, and drawing towards the drawing room. Being excited to tell Mother,

-Yes, mother! At last, you did this, you ended all the respect and honor?

-Humiliate and replied to Minu,

-Why did I hear the evil?

-I cannot speak to my friends, I am ashamed to see my face, everyone sees me flawlessly, mother never thought of our brother and sister?

-For the sake of you, Mr. Harun has divorced his wife, and we are following the laws of Islam-

-Oh, mother, I'm not talking about Islam. I'm talking about dignity. We're talking about our existence. 

Mita falls apart in tears. Mita's words seem insignificant without standing any good answer, when Rabindra music ends to the next room, after listening to the noise of the mother's  and daughter, Mr. Harun slowly goes out of bed and stands beside the door, Mita tries to laugh, but she starts speaking,

-Mother, the inhabitants of the world, are more tactful, big selfish, not mother? Otherwise, you broke two families, your conscience did not interfere, mother?

-Where're your problems? Now your age by studying and education, do not correct the mistake of the mother, go now.

In one hand, the branches of the guava tree have been tightened so as not to fall, Mita says again to remove the eyes from the head of the fly ‍ say,

-Mother, you had a great dream to survive, you mixed it with zero, Our identity, our history, all you have sacrificed for your own sake, why do you keep us alive? Kill us Today, you are doing what you are passionate about, once you have seen how big your emotion will be in our life, how difficult will we have to face?

Mita's last words hit Minu severely, Minu close to Mita and holding a hand on Mita's head and looking to face silently. Mita says again,

-When the story begins the mother, Who would be happy to praise you, You put him in my father's place, I put my head in his arms and I would have slept him far away, far away.

-I gave divorce to your father the truth but you will be with me, I will take responsibility for you.

Suddenly, water in the eyes of Minu, on the other hand, removes tears of water after turning the cloth, then says,

-such things happen in human life, but it cannot be refined even after being expiated forever, let's go home.

Minu took Mita home, went to Minu on one side of the bedstead and in the next room, Mr. Harun went out of the house with no words, after evening, Mita glanced at the wall hanging and the water in the corners of the eye, after the tide, The calm sea, like the fall of the drought, The dried two eyes of Phagun are crying like noon.

About ten to nine at night. Mita is lying on a bed. Rita comes out of the closet room; it seems that the defeated soldier returned from a belligerent. Do not say anything, Lights Off; Let's fall on Mita's side. Suddenly, breaking the mirror of Mita and touches Rita's forehead and shouting and say-

-Rita, Your fever is very hot, the forehead is very hot.

Rita replied calmly- A little silly a mother can hear in the next room.

Mita again turns to Rita's body and say,

-The fever is burning, let it rise and give water to the head.

-Ah, silent sister! I do not have the fever; it'll be all right after a while.

Mita flips her hands on Rita's forehead and then again says,

-you are very sorry about the mother?

-It is sad that whose sorrow, its grief, I am rather good. If our mother did not feel ashamed of this matter so what will happen to us ashamed?

-Self-esteem does not imply that, because of our mother, good and bad, is ours.

-The sleepy night was a lot, I fell asleep.

On the other side, Rita, Mita, lying on the body, fatigue in the body, if she was awake on the other day, but she could not sleep today, she could not even wake up, she was still lying in the body, thinking that repeated failures of life, Remains. Remember the days of the past, the memory of the past smile, the joy of the honey days, the sadness of the events that happened yesterday like honey today. Rita, back onto the imagination of the river, will wake up in the imagination of the future, i.e. the days of the ugly days in front of her, the fate of the days coming in, how many days will be ugly, whose vicious aggression was been wound up, arranged carefully, the beautiful life, maybe the breath will end. Still breathing, fizz sound is the word, that the nights of the night penetrates into the inner Wants to cheat someone, greedy eyes look back in the dark room, and in the middle of the chest, the broken brick stone is the average rabbit in the palace. The moonlight in the sky gives light to the moon; the girls are playing dancing with the joy of heart by burning the dark bush and thorns. Hungry dogs are barking at the beasts of Horses more far away, listening to the voices to the Hindu community's tone of voice, the water accumulated on the pillar, the water rolled over the pillow, the big saw forest behind the prisons, and the chains were tied in the house, they also gave a deep night sign. Citizen clock cringing at the wall, the two of the night sounded loud. Light dew-wet cold winds are blowing through the window of the sky, maybe a little bit soon after the Mu'adhdhin will wake up, the new day will start, the sunrise will be like every day on the eve of the sky, the new mood will start with a new day in the colorful dreams.
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