I have never done anything seriously. I don’t want to be so serious about life. I have a loose thing in everything. I think without a body. But I value relationships a lot. A good relationship is very important. Everyone needs a good friend. For example, when life is oppressed by a husband or wife, when life seems like a bay leaf, everything seems meaningless, when you feel sad, then a friend acts as a relief. Because you can share many things with a friend that you can’t do with a husband or wife. The relationship between a husband and wife is a bit ghostly, you don’t know exactly what will happen when. This good is a battlefield the next moment. This love is hate the next moment!
My problem is that I am a bit of a naive person. It is not in my nature to react quickly. I don’t even give knowledge of other gods. I don’t get involved in fights either. I don’t have the energy to do these things. I don’t keep in touch with others from time to time. Sometimes when my phone rings, I look at it in surprise. Sometimes when I receive a call from an unknown number, I hear it’s from a credit card company or a call center. Why doesn’t anyone call me? But Jasmine doesn’t even have time to put the phone away from her ear. When I enter the house, she looks at me in surprise. At first, she doesn’t recognize who the person is. I wave my hand and reassure her, “Go ahead, no problem.” She has many relatives to talk to.
My communication system has always been bad. Very bad. Since childhood. I have not been able to make many useful connections. So nothing surprising happens in my life. Good communication can give me many things. As I write, sometimes I don’t even have a pen in my pocket. At the last book fair in Dhaka, a very beautiful girl bought a book and asked for an autograph. I was desperately looking for a pen. I didn’t have a pen! The next day she gifted me a shiny Cross pen.
At the New York book fair, a beautiful woman once said, “I saw that your books are selling well, but why don’t you have a pen?” She also gifted me a pen! What a joke! Just like I never have a visiting card in my wallet. New people ask for cards. I can’t give them. Once in Dhaka, someone said, “What kind of journalist are you, you don’t have a card in your pocket!” I told myself that not everyone has everything.
I end with a line from Abul Hasan’s poem,
“I didn’t come saying I would come, it doesn’t matter if I come
Just as people come, I left..”
Toronto, Canada
