In the first week of January, the temperature is much lower than normal. The busy people of winter morning can feel the bones. Sometimes there is the sound of a car on the road. Almost no people are there.
Meem is one of these people. He has to go on a private road this winter morning. He has to go to a place and change his car. He has to get down from one car and cross the road and wait for another car.
Meem stands at the corner of the road and waits for a car and his friend is happy. Mist covered nature and uninhabited roads seem to him.
Repeatedly looking at the watch in his hand. And only 15 minutes left. It will take 5 minutes to get to the car. Only if he gets the car will he leave.
The word waiting is a boring experience. Everyone feels bitter. He is eagerly waiting to hear the horn of an auto car.
He looks at his watch and smiles because the watch was bought by his favorite little uncle. There is also a story about this watch,
The day he had an accident. When the little mama rushed to the hospital bed unconscious after receiving the news, he saw the girl with bandages on her hands, feet and head was unconscious.
Accident! Oops, I don't want to remember, Meem. How were the days after the accident. X-ray, medicine, doctor, physiotherapy, running to the diagnostic center was a misfortune.
Repeatedly looking at the clock does not just show the time. Seeing Mama's love. Mama brought the watch when she came from work in Naogaon. It took many nights to return. Pulling him out of his sleep, he put his hand on his hand and said, "Pichu, your pink watch."
Meem looks at the front with a start at the sound of someone's voice. There is a man standing right in front of him on the other side of the road. Meem is surprised by guessing the age of the man.
Meem is relieved by the sound of the car horn. But the problem is that two cars are coming. I can't think which car to go to. The cars come closer as soon as I think about it.
Where are you going sister?
Yes, I will go a little further from the court mosque.
Come on.
Decided not to go in the autovan but in the car.
But there was only one person in the back van. He said, "Come on, mother."
Meem stopped. Ignoring such a beautiful call, he could not go anywhere.
He sat up in the van.
There has been a great crisis of calling the mother. People have become terribly civilized. Where the mother of the girl's age should be called, they look with dirty eyes.
As soon as he got in the car, the man removed his sack and made room.
Do you go to college mom?
Yes, I went to college.
He smiled and said, if I had a daughter, I would go to college like you.
Meem was startled by the sudden stench. Because where is the smell coming from. Such a bad smell!
Noticing the smell coming from the man's body.
A dirty old thin sweater with a shawl wrapped around it.
Meem doesn't understand how the man with such clothes is wrapped around his body.
I don't have a wife. They have been dead for a long time. I have a son and an aunt. They don't give me rice. You will be my daughter, will you call me father?
Meem feels pain in her chest. What kind of game is Bidhata playing with her. Where she wants to get her identity back like Chatkini,
A stranger is watching him with his own eyes!
Don't call me, Dad, will you go to my house? Go one day. This time I have survived the fair by working. I have made a lap. Don't think that you can't go to Boila in winter.
The day you go, I will take all the fish and meat. You will cook and feed me, can't you?
Looking at the hand says, you can not cook, right?
Meem is surprised. Wow, the man is a magician or he recognizes the useless by looking at his hand! He smiles in his mind.
Well, don't worry, I can teach you.
Yes i can
Maybe Meem won't go to the man's house. And he doesn't know if he will ever be seen again. But will he ever forget this day, this identity?
Maybe the exact meaning of identity is unknown to many. But it is very difficult to feel the importance of identity. Growing up without identity in life and moving forward is a big pain. When you have to introduce yourself to someone in a limited way, it is like crossing the path of a friend. What is the value of this torn life?
Meem has many stories with the man. Reaching the destination, his only thought is that he has a private physics. When he is late, he will hear, "Do you really understand Meem Buri from Mars?" This is like a rough subject like physics.
As soon as he got out of the car, he rented a car and started running. The man said go and see, listen and see. As if he was telling his little girl to cross the road. Meem did not have time to look back.
Suddenly it seemed that the man had not come to tell me anything. He could even pay the man's van rent. Why didn't he remember?
When he went outside, he saw that the car had gone a long way and the man was looking back. The man smiled again when he saw him.
From behind, teacher Habibur Rahman said who is the man Meem?
Maybe he couldn't stay in the room seeing the student running like crazy. He also ran out.
My father.
Do you see the mirage old woman?
Meem looks at the teacher's face with cold eyes.
Hands on the head "Come on, you've missed a lot of classes, but we've been waiting for you for so long," said Khe with a smile.
A gentle smile spread across Meem's lips.

The End**