Satisfaction

Category: Romantic
The time was a dreamy afternoon in the rain. At that time there were clouds in the sky. It seemed like a royal ceremony in the sky. The rain is preparing to jump on the earth. It rained continuously all day. However, the rain stopped in the afternoon. That has been very good for me. Today I did not sit on the cradle all day and shake my legs. I immediately went to the kitchen and made a mug of tea. I don't have a cup of tea. If you don't drink a mug of tea, you will not be satisfied with the tea. More scorched rain on him today. At this time the fun of tea will be more.
I went and sat on the cradle next to the verandah. A book in one hand and a mug of tea in the other. It is a pleasure to see the sky at this time. The clouds of the sky run from one end to the other. It is a little dark and a little light. I paid attention to the book while sipping tea. I don't even know when Rusaif Bhai came and stood beside me. When the tea was over, I went to put the mug and saw. He stood and looked at me as if thinking. I usually fear all the big brothers. Don't go in front of them. I don't talk so much. I saw him and got up and left quickly.
"Listen Myra! You will call me from home when I go to madrasa tomorrow. How?"
Seeing me leaving, Rusaif said brother.
"Why? Will you join our madrasa?"
"Why do you have to talk so much? I told you to call Nibi. Dia."
"All right." Annoyed by Rusaif's awkward reply, I went inside the house.
It started to rain with a squeaking sound. The sky is dark. Rusaif is walking in his mind. It is also getting wet in the rain water. Still, he has no idea. He is thinking about the future. Then you can't walk alone in such a random way. The beauty of his mind will be beside him. She will look good in a blue sari. Will not have open hair. Rousseff does not like open hair. She will be wearing hijab. The face will look very round. If you see it, you will want to touch it with your hands. Ish! It feels like thinking. Thinking, Rousseff arrived home. Ruma opened the door as soon as the calling bell rang. Ruma is Rusaif's younger sister. In Rousseff's words, she is a Dajjal queen. Ruma saw Rousseff's condition and said angrily:
"Wow, wow, wow! The prince is soaking wet. I cleaned a bunch of clothes in the morning. Who will do that now? Have you got me a maid? Yes!
Why are you silent? Answer. "
"Hey, it's weird! I came from outside. My brother is tired. I'll let him sit on the wire, tell him to rest, tell him to be fresh, are you saying the opposite without doing that?"
"It's over for me. Do whatever the mother and son want. I'm not in it, Dad."
"I'll do it, sister."
"Don't tell me, sister, whatever is inside."
"My sweet aputa." Rusaif said the word in a caressing tone and ran.
And Ruma is laughing at her elder brother's behavior.
Rusaif has no father in the family. Mother, Rusaif and Ruma are a happy little family.
As soon as I saw the morning sun, I got out of bed. Oops, the prayer was omitted today. Who knows what I fell into the devil's lap! I can't sleep at night. The sun is shining through the windows. The grains of rice look so fascinating. Decorated with greenery, it is like a green enclosure. The raindrops are like pearls.
When I think about nature, the brains of my head will become water. Leaving the thoughts of everything aside, I stepped towards the kitchen to freshen up. I see my mother is preparing breakfast. So I went quietly and sat at the table. Don't be late today. Rusaif brother has to go to call. Another problem.
"What are you thinking so much about?"
"Mom, hurry up. Get the tiffin box ready for me to eat. I have to go this morning."
"All right. Eat quickly. I'm ready.
I pulled my mother's cheek and said-
"My good mother."
"Hmm, you don't have to pretend anymore."
Saying this, mother went to get Tiffin ready.
And I eat and think, my mother is the best mother in the world. Of course, all mothers in the world are good. My mother is different from everyone else. Too much in love. If there was no creature called mother in the world, it would not be possible to understand what selfless love is!
May all the mothers of the world always be in the fold of love. Mothers-in-law always love their children unselfishly. But nowadays there is a pesticide company called Vriddhashram. Where old parents leave children. Ah! Tears well up in their eyes when they see their pained faces. The eyes are burning. The mind keeps thinking, how can the child keep the parents apart. Not everyone applies here. Some children do these activities. If there is no minimum illusion and no mercy. They are, in a word, unscrupulous, rude people in my language. I didn't even notice the tears in my eyes when I thought about it.
Mother turned her hand on her head and asked-
"Why are you crying, Kiri?"
I hugged my mother very hard and said-
"Mom, I'll never leave you anywhere. Even if brother leaves you, you'll stay with me. How?"
"Hey, my crazy girl. Well, I'll be with you for the rest of my life. Now stop crying and get dressed. Shouldn't you go and call Rusaif again?"
"Yeah yeah I forgot."
Saying this, I quickly came to the room, took off my dress and wrapped myself in a black burqa. I twisted the small scarf around my head and tied it and took off the niqab. Diameter ready!
I took the tiffin box in my hand and carried the bag on my shoulder and left for the madrasa.
Crossing the horizon, I came to my mind and stood in front of Rusaif Bhai's house.
"Ruma apu, are you listening to Ruma apu?"
Call my brother. I'm late. "
 Ruma Apu came from behind and pulled her ear. And he said-
"Fazil, is it time for you to come after so long? That one is coming. You keep walking. Jah."
"I don't understand why you? Come and relax a little. Hihihihi." I ran. If not, I would have to eat kantana again.
"Naughty one." Ruma Apu said this and went inside the house.
Brother Rusaif and I were walking along the side of the tank. Your own reflection is floating in the clear water of the tank. This scene is fascinating.
Poets do not say, O clouds! Come closer and touch me. But I will not say that. I will say, O clear water of the tank! Come closer and touch me. I will mix my body in your water. I will make friends with you.
"Myra! You see how beautiful the tank looks. It's like a touch of blue all over your body. It's amazingly full."
I stopped when I saw the description of Rusaif Bhai's sudden dighi.
"What happened? That stopped?"
I kept walking again and said-
"If there was a greenery around the tank, its beauty would be enhanced."
"Myra, you are really different. Where all people like blue. There you look for the scent of green!"
Suddenly, I felt as if you were telling Rusaif Bhai what you should do. I don't know how I was ashamed to walk along like this. Suddenly Rusaif brother grabbed my left hand. I shuddered for a moment. A different kind of shiver is flowing in the body. Before I could say anything, Brother Rousseff began to say:
"Life is our strange mira. We get what we want in a private way. You know, it takes a lot of patience. I've loved you ever since you were older. I am always amazed by your every action. I tell my mother about you. Then my mother Mom and brother say. Our wedding will be next Friday. You haven't been told anything. Because you're still stupid. Different ideas are in your head now. So I decided to explain it to you better. Myra! Don't you like me? "
I have been listening to Rusaif Bhai's words for so long. I felt like I was still in the middle of a dream. This dream is not a dream. Here is a parable. Where the prince is standing, feeling his beloved, he is saying in his Mayavara voice Bhalolagar Parash.
Here the falling feathers of the heart are trembling again and again.
"Hey Myra! Where did you lose?"
"No, no. I'm fine. I feel like Rusaif brother."
"Brother, you don't have to call anymore. I love you very much. I will share all my feelings. I will give you a name out of love. How?"
"It's late. Maybe my class has started too."
"Nothing will happen. Let's go back today!"
"Hmm."
The two of us are walking hand in hand with our fists on the grass. Himel wind is blowing around. The fragrance of Krishnachura is wafting from the edge of Rahim uncle's pond.
A pair of cuckoos flying overhead makes the melody of the song in a kuhu kuhu sound.
Rousseff held my hand tighter.
I also shook the hand on all sides. I put my head on his shoulder. This is like an infinite satisfaction.
The light of life has come. Satisfaction of the mind has accumulated. We are walking to observe the beauty of butterfly wings. Sometimes I keep an eye on the two of them and smile. The sky is getting ashamed today and Rusaif is feeling satisfied.
I muttered-
O sky! I want to get my Rusaif love like you.
"Hey Akash! Let me know, I'm trying harder than you to love my sweetheart. Feel free to ask her to come to my arms."
I united the foreheads of the two in silence.
I understood the eyes. I got lost again in that filthy country. I am flying at the base of the flying statue. I see the sky of each other's minds. The light of contentment is spreading throughout the body. The eyelids are becoming brighter. A faint smile on his face.
Rusaif sang softly-
Love is not for you
Just today,
You are in love
Mixed Robe Pratikshane.
In other colors between me
The mind tells you so .....
You are another world of love
Valentine's Day at every turn,
Laughter sounds so bad
That is the meaning of love ...

The End****