The other is me

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when I reached home. There was a traffic jam at the ferry terminal.

After arriving home, I saw that a program has been organized at home and I do not know! I saw the worshipers sitting in a row reciting the Qur'an in the big room in front of the court. The back door of the house can be seen through the big door next to it. Eating and drinking is going on in large scale. Lots of people gathered there. Who knows the purpose of so many arrangements? And did not tell me. I don't understand why. In fact, no calculations match. I was confused and wandered around for a long time. I don't see anyone in the house. Is it any wonder where all the people in our house went? After searching for a long time, I found my mother, a few people are sitting around her, isn't she sick? The most surprising thing was that he turned away when he saw me. I understand why he did that. Does he not recognize me? Or does he want to avoid me? How is that possible? There is a lot of arrogance.

Even more surprising is that none of my relatives are responding to my words. What is the reason for such neglect? What have I done?

Meanwhile, Shafi's brother, who is so caring, seems to have avoided me. He did not answer my question. I never cry, she doesn't go with me in all feminine traits but now my eyes get wet. I know why the world seems to be a lie. Apart from a few, I also saw my father. Dad seems to be getting older. Suddenly. Even more surprising is that he is hugging Mahen Bhaiya and leaving the post crying. What's going on? Ceremony! Cry! Hi there! Fun! The mind became scattered. I felt helpless in this environment. In extreme fatigue, sleep is suddenly falling across the two eyes. I remembered that I could not sleep for a night. I realized now that I needed a rest, everything would be known when I was at home. I went to my room. I was lying in the dark in the house. I can't sleep, I'm lying with my eyes closed. After a while, Sampa comes home. Sampa! I sat up with a thud. How did he get here? Surprise. He died a couple of years ago.

Grand brother
What?
Come on?
Where?
Should we go back now?
Where to return?
We can't stay here.
Why? - There is a problem.
What's the problem?
We don't have to stay here.
You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh?
Why can't you accept the truth, grand brother? Let's go back.
Everything I remember for so long. I sat down.

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