On the one hand, Halima waits to come to the kitchen door, on the other hand, Nabila has already been taught how to get her mother out of the television room as soon as the wedding Sanai scene begins. As soon as Halima threw the stone along the top of the kitchen door, she said, ‘Aunty, has the thief come to eat meat? Or the cat? I know what sounds in the kitchen!
At these words, the mother jumped up and ran towards the kitchen, while the Sanai was ringing, the wedding guests had eaten, and the bride appeared in the house in a car decorated with rosary and roses while weeping. Amidst the tension in the balikamahal, Halima and her team keep their eyes glued to the television screen. And Halima again passed the hanging bed sheet under the bed. It is pre-arranged that if, or for whatever reason, the mother returns before the desired scene, and lets them out, at least the particular scene will be captured on Halima’s eye-camera, and she must present it to the rest like a xerox copy. Doing so, Ma quickly checked the kitchen, returned with shackles to the door, and coughed until she was out of breath. What else to do? Halima was just lying under the bed with her breath stopped. He began to see from there in surprise, what a strange business! Does this mean anything? What happened to the heroine as soon as the hero lifted the heroine’s head veil? He was not given a tickle! However? Why did he start shaking like an epileptic? Does he have a fever? Even this wedding night? Mind! I understand that nothing will be seen today! Dejectedly, he gave up.
After a few days, he got a chance to see that scene in reality, not a movie. Their neighborhood elder sister, Sufia got married. Before the wedding, it was decided that Halima, three neighborhood girls, would go to her in-laws’ house with Sufia to wake up. Halima had no interest in it. But, in reality, when Sufia and Latif gave up on the movie and held each other’s hands and stood like idols, and the mothers and aunts started shouting shameless-shameless, etc., the interest increased to the height of the Himalayas. Being one of those three, Halima feels lucky to have reached the top of the Himalayas today. The next story is just honey! What romance! Halima is just watching and counting the days in her mind, like the lines of the song ‘Sakhi Bahe Gele Bela’ by Ravithakur, ‘…when will life end, Ankhite Ankhite Madir Milan, Madhur Hutashe, Madhur Dahan, Nit Nav Anurage…’. Today, Halima pretends to be rice in a bucket, and without caring about the mulberry’s cheek, she weaves dreams, thinking of the coming moments of her life, sitting on the river bank and drawing a picture of a small world. Where every morning his Swapankumar would wake up and give him a kiss on the cheek, the two of them would take a bath together, he would cook and the man would hug him from behind and kiss him on the back, if he had a fever, he would put rice in his mouth and eat it, after work, Will get back to him soon. After marrying Sufia, Latif does not stay at work for long, looking for an opportunity to return home quickly by various means. After a five-minute break, he runs right back home, gives his wife a little hug, and then goes back to work if necessary. Halima keeps dreaming of such a partner in her own life.
One day that time will come. She got married, her husband Harun is very handsome. Harun and his family came to see Halima in the light seen by Twilight’s bride. Halima’s entire body was electrified when she saw Harun’s enthralling eyes and smiling face as soon as she met Harun’s deep black eyes. When Dadi asked in his ear, ‘Pola tar pakshho hoiseto?’, he could not say anything else, except that his cheeks were red with shame in the last twilight light. The quivering Adhar’s sides melted away, a shrill smile like an Apsara’s. Ever since then, she had been imagining that she would be dancing on the seashore with her blue saree fluttering in the wind, Harun playing with her sari flapping in the wind, tucking her flyaway hair, putting her face on her hands and singing, ‘I’m bound to you, my dear.’ Prana…’. But, what people want, what he gets?
Aaron looked handsome on the wedding night. At night, sitting on the bed of the house decorated with rajnigandha, she did not lift her head veil like a movie hero, overcome with emotion. On the contrary, he said in a serious voice, in the tone of command, ‘You would have solved those problems, you would have done it quickly!’ He looked for a while with his bulging chest. Harun said, ‘Can’t you hear? Take off your habizabi sari-churis and lie down, I don’t like so much vajal. As soon as Halima got scared and hurriedly took off the bangle, Harun roared, ‘Do you need to make so much jingling noise? Halima’s eyes were filled with tears. In the movie he has heard the protagonists say many times, ‘I find the sound of your rinijhini bangles very romantic.’ But Harun is saying this? What happened next was worse than Halima’s nightmare. Before the bangles were finished opening, without any words or words exchanged, without any romantic exchange, a ferocious hyena jumped on Halima. Torn, bruised, Halima was unconscious when she stood up from him. After mental shock, physical shock, fifteen year old Halima did not utter any words for the next four days. Every night, he only thought, why does the night come? The day when Bubli, Moni and Lippi came to see him, they said, ‘Let’s go to the sea, shall we play with oysters?’ She couldn’t tell how gray her dreams were today, how her dreams were shattered, how she dreamed of a romantic man in the movies all her life and ended up falling in the hands of a hyena.
When Aaron comes home at night, his eyes are always bright red. A smell like a ostrich comes out of the mouth. The intoxicated hyena attacked all night just like itself and at one stage fell asleep, Halima slowly went to stand near the window. The body has endured everything these days, no pain touches it anymore, as if all feelings are paralyzed. Only bruises and bleeding on the frozen body. Keeping her eyes on Arshi, Halima does not recognize the woman standing in front of her. A devastated, broken dream, robbed woman. Batayan Ankhi goes towards the distant Jyotsnat path, where Jyotsna is splashing in the sea of dust, in the distant roar of the sea unbeknownst to him how and when he comes out of the house. Walking barefoot on the sandy path, he rubs Jyotsna all over his body, the dust of the blue sari that he wears falls on the road, he walks alone, he suddenly gets a little startled by the touch of water, but he does not stop. move forward Just as she had imagined in the living room, the scene of the warm embrace of her husband, so she embraces the bosom, boisterous, boisterous, inhospitable, yet loving sea. The sea also embraces Halima with love and destroys her bosom. Halima is swept away, Halima also floats without turning back, the loving call of the sea. I don’t know if this departure after a broken dream brings happiness or peace to Halima, but she does not return. When he returned to the shore the next day as a corpse, he still had a smile of satisfaction on his face, a smile of liberation, of peace, of eternal love.
Scarborough, Canada
