The rumble of rain woke Jamila Khatun. He was lying in the body cooker. If the word was in the body would not break the sleep. This peaceful sleep rarely comes to his eyes. Everything is blurry. The mature hair has become a mess with a small bang. Jamila Khatun looked at the picture of her husband as soon as she looked at the glasses with both hands from the table next to the bed. In her last years, her husband left her alone. There is a sea of ​​pride in her chest. The torn soft sari looks wet. Eki! Even today he has urinated in his sleep. The chest has become heavy. If he sees the old woman, he will be very angry. Baumata is a bad girl, she is just a little stupid, even working people don't want to do these things and how many girls and now mother-in-law's toilet is clean. Jamila Khatun calmed herself by saying this. Calling you? Why do you sleep at the wrong time? I can't eat hot food again and again, even if I eat cold food, it's as much of a problem as you. Jamila Khatun was silent. Did you pee in bed again? Am I your maid or will I clean your urinal all day? Come today, your son, I will tell you, I can't do that, as if he can't fix someone else and bring you to the village.
 Mrs. Arifa left the room as soon as Jamila Khatun tried to fix her hanging glasses. Jamila Khatun picked up the bed sheet and went to the bathroom. I have to wash the bed sheet, how much more will I depend on my daughter-in-law.
After a while Mr. Shimul came to the room
What is Arifa saying? I can't bother with your house so much. Can't you manage a little? You know, the whole responsibility of the house is on your daughter-in-law. Do you want me to leave you in the village, not the old age home? If you don't want to, then don't do these things. Take care of yourself. I can't be tense about your work at work.
Baby, I try, Ray, but I don't understand how sleep can be for age. You forbid the girl to be angry. If I can, I wash my clothes myself, but I don't wash my body.
Grandma, save Grandma, look, Mom is beating me.
- Booma, what happened to booma, why hit him?
- Don't keep quiet. You made him look bad. This rude boy arguing with his mother at this age. How great is the courage. What will happen if you grow up at this age?
- Oh, Grandma. Baby people. And don't be angry, lady.
- Go, you go to the room. My matter is how I will make the child human.
The night is getting dark. Jamila Khatun is not sleeping. She straightened her glasses and walked over to her husband's picture and took the frame off the wall. He has a lot of complaints against this man. He said he would never be left alone. How much more happiness was to be exchanged. Happiness or sorrow, he never had to face anything alone. He had said this, but why did he leave at an inopportune time? As Jamila Khatun fell ill in this bed, her husband took care of her but did not take her with him. Pretty good. Is it happiness to live? Survival is not happiness. The happiness that was in the presence of the husband was taken away 3 years ago. There is a lot of pride. This arrogance will not end. It will never end. He wiped his eyes with a bandage.
Jamila Khatun's sleep was shattered by the sound of something breaking in the morning. Jamila Khatun was startled with her glasses. Eki basu you broke the frame? Where can I get this frame now?
- Sorry Grandma. The ball is coming by mistake. Don't stress. I will frame my grandfather's picture and hang it again.
- Tell me a little about Khoka, Ray Basu. I don't like it if his picture is not in front of me. What's the matter?
- Khoka Okhoka, Basu's ball is broken by mistake. Your father's picture is broken. Will you frame it a little more and put it there?
- Well, I'll frame it when it's time. Now I am going to the office. Jamila Khatun became Gujo, cut the glass, removed the glass and put the picture on the bed.
Jamila Khatun has been very ill for a few days. Suddenly she has trouble recognizing everyone. Can recognize again. Getting out of bed is also quite a problem. Urine toilet is all over the bed. Mrs. Arifa cleans them but very annoyed. Mrs. Arifa said to Mr. Shimul - Listen, when your mother is healthy, you bring her to the village. Shall I serve your mother all day or take care of my children? There are many people in the village, no one will hesitate to take care of you I will go home.
Ah Arifa, why are you angry? If I come to the village without taking care of my mother, then everyone will ask questions. Other brothers will say that I live in the city earning so much money but I could not hear my mother. You will say that I have left him and my father with me only to write off the land.
- If your brothers raise so many questions, then come to them and see who serves.
- Don't worry, let's see what can be done. When I get well, I will come to the old age home nearby.
The call came from the room - baby and baby
- What happened? Do you recognize me?
- Why can't I, baby? And my baby, you don't frame your father's picture and put it there. I want to see him.
- Well, I'll keep it. You sleep, the doctor told you to take rest.
- Don't hurry, baby.
- Oh, I'll keep it.
With annoyance Shimul said.
After a while -
Mom, look how Grandma is doing.
Mrs. Arifa came running and told Basu to call your father.
Mr. Shimul brought the doctor. Jamila Khatun fell asleep after being given an injection by the doctor. Basu put glasses on his grandmother's eyes and said, "Look, what is this?" After looking at Jamila Khatun, her eyes became bright. After saying this, Basu grabbed him and sat him down. Basu said, "Dad, I did it." Saying that you are very good in Basur, Jamila Khatun put her hand on Basu's head. Jamila Khatun pressed the picture on her chest. Basu said let me hang it.
Jamila Khatun said after this. I took a little. Jamila Khatun put the picture on her chest and closed her eyes. The happiness of dying. Her husband's love drew her to him. Leaving the pain of survival, he was happy to die.

The End***