Going to keep pace with the great times, the army lost its lure, life seemed bizarre, then it felt restless. I got tired of seeing quarrels and clashes all around. But when I go back to my own self, I get life again. Sophistication engulfs me. It takes a sigh. In order to survive, I scurry like a putimasher who came ashore.
The mind becomes overwhelmed by the old words. In the days of my childhood and adolescence. In the field. Jumping into the pond after sports. When the river overflows in the rain, get lost in the banana raft. Going fishing. My school life, naughtiness, monkeyism.
I have always wanted to live in the nature of Bengal. I wanted to see cows and goats roaming in the wide field. I wanted to see a duck swimming in the middle of the bill. I wanted to hear the birds chirping. I wanted to see the vast blue sky. I wanted to see Jochana, I wanted to see the stars. I wanted to see the diverse life of the people.
It's as if I've been sitting under a bamboo tree for billions of years, thinking. I am getting tired of eating jam. My stomach. When I get tired, I spread the cold cloth and go to bed. Looking at the sky from Suye. The great age is passing. The wind is blowing. My body is getting cold.
Seeing a crow in a distant field, my thinking mind wants to know how many millions of years it has been standing in such a place.
Thousands of people surrounded the station. There are some lakes tied up in one place, ointments are being sold there, Viagra for male sexual enhancement is being sold. There is no end to human interest. What sellers attract them with magic. Keep it up, it's really incredible.
Some boys and girls are returning home with books. Two boys have grown mango trees to plant mangoes. Two teenage girls grab a baby in their arms and walk down the aisle. Tying some cows on the side railway line, the cows are chewing.
Occasionally there is a flash of lightning through the gaps in the bamboo trees, evading the cloudy sky. It has been raining heavily at night for some time now. I left the room and went to the porch to see the rain fall. I see Susan's incinerated smoke merging with the rain ..
A life full of noon is going on ...
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