Rahela Begum’s days are passing by lying in bed, like Mullah’s run to the mosque, Rahela Begum’s run to the hospital. From talking to the dialysis patients in the hospital, Rahela Begum has a family-like relationship with them, Rahela Begum feels that hospital is her own now, and from that family, one by one leaves after a few days and comes back to another world to fill the void. New patients at double speed. Rahela Begum also came back after seeing the death from close quarters many times between going to the hospital.
Rahela Begum’s mind and body are both bad since noon today. Mind and body have a proportional relationship. Without her husband, she has been supporting the family for so long by looking at the faces of her children. Again, he cannot hold those children to himself thinking about their beautiful future. But the mind does not want to understand all these things, if the body is bad, the body can be fixed temporarily by dialysis, but how can the emptiness inside the mind be filled if the children with severed nerves are not around.
Rahela Begum’s day is passing by lying on her bed, thinking about the flash of memory in her lonely life. All the past memories flashed in front of Rahela Begum’s Ayesha’s eyes from childhood to adulthood, she remembers the story of Rafiq, the little boy, the quarrel between two brothers and sisters due to being a pithapithi, the two brothers and sisters used to fight and kill each other, the two brothers and sisters would get together again after some time. The dining table, reading table, ludo and carrom board were always lively in the presence of two siblings. The elder son is busy with tutoring all the time to earn a living, so the whole house is now shrouded in silence which seems like a ghostly atmosphere to Jahela Begum.
Rahela Begum’s last wish is to marry Shafiq if Shafiq gets a job. Rahela Begum wants to die after seeing the face of her new wife and grandchild. This is the last wish of parents in a typical middle-class family, none more so than Rahela Begum. While thinking about this, suddenly Shafiq’s voice interrupted Rahela Begum’s thoughts.
Shafiq said to his mother sitting in the dark room what are you thinking?
Rahela Begum said, what do I have to do without thoughts in a lonely sick life,
Shafiq’s heart was upset, after hearing his mother’s words, he consoled his mother and said to his mother, why it is time for Rafiq to come and after a month, Ayesha will come to college for the summer vacation, she will come for the fifteenth day, then your lonely life will end. And I will keep a job to stay with you all day. And I am always there for your needs and for this I will teach students in batches at home. Your lonely life will end with the footsteps and noise of students.
Rahela Begum thought to herself that the taste of milk can be met with milk? Rahela Begum boldly said, what can be said to the next person, you are of marriageable age, my soul would be at peace if I could see the face of my son’s wife and grandchild in my last age,
Shafiq looked at his mother and smiled and said that there is no rice, no stove, what father and daughter will give a son like the master of the place.
Rahela Begum scolded and said, “What are you, my son who has passed the university?”
Shafiq smiled and said, but he is unemployed.
Rahela Begum said, I will get a job one day, listen, but your father married me when he was unemployed
Shafiq turned around and said ok mother you and father’s marriage story will be heard later, Rafiq called he will come home in five minutes, saying this Shafiq went to his room.
Shafiq came to the room and sat silent for a long time, Neela and Shafiq could not have predicted that pressure would come from Neela’s house regarding Neela’s marriage so soon, Neela and Shafiq were far away from reality in the immense love of love. , Shafiq can’t think of what to do, the afternoon is turning into the evening, the night is getting deeper and deeper after the evening, Shafiq can’t sleep, on this full moon night, Shafiq sat down to write a letter to Neela.
Neela,
I am awake with you in my chest this night full of stars, I know you are awake this night with me in my chest, this night only you were supposed to be mine, it was supposed to be sitting on the green grass under the blue sky, you and me holding hands, the magical moon of the blue sky Let’s see, we will cross the fields of Tepantar and go to the city of love, there we will have only one hope, we will hold on to the people we love and spend a life effortlessly, but in the storm of destiny, everything has gone astray.
Growing up without a father in a lower middle class family, life goes through various tensions in a lower middle class family, sometimes the father dies, sometimes the father loses his job, sometimes the father falls ill and falls to bed. At the age we have to take responsibility of our family before we understand life well. There, everyone wants to live with our love, then I have to share your love with everyone, there is nothing like our love, it is just living with yourself, of course, can’t I spend a life with the love I got from you in my heart? ? Of course, love is more important than finding it in life, it is more important to keep it in the heart, the love that is in the heart will last forever.
When your eyes will understand a little of this city at night, I know that your memory will float in your memory. Some afternoon of my silent meeting with you, the evening and the full moon. Alo, you will still see the love of the parrots in the lonely reservoir in the full moon light, in that reservoir the lovers will weave new dreams. Only you and I will not be together in this reservoir of this city. Yet the memories will wake up to separate the lost love of you in my heart.
Then time will pass, you will go far away, your shadow will be only a shadow in my mind day after day, I will walk with your shadow to some Achinpur somewhere far away, maybe I will meet you in that Achinpur.
Shafiq stuffed the letter in a blue envelope, if the letter will not reach Neela at all Shafiq will have a shadow with him forever.
