Benu never thought that even after three years, he would have to face Safayet Bhai in this way.

Benu never thought that even after three years, he would have to face Safayet Bhai in this way. Time flies, but the tip still clings to Nanu's old-fashioned little dressing table glass, no matter how careless it may be. Some things not only evoke memories but also awaken the unspoken feelings of the mind. Three years ago, when everyone in the service came to Nanu's house, I was the one who fixed the black tip in the mirror. Everyone was very dressed up at my cousin Joy's wedding that day but I was completely different. I didn't like these outfits at all. But still, I wore sari, kajal and a black tip with great difficulty at the insistence of everyone at the wedding house that day. For the first time that day, Safayet Bhai complimented me a little. And that's why I was so happy to say that. I always liked Safayet Bhai very much, maybe I got better later, but it was probably a fortnight.

Brother Safayet could draw very beautifully. His paintings seemed like a living picture. Speaking of Safayet Bhai, hair up to the neck, eyeglasses and moles on the cheeks all seemed to double my love. At the wedding house that day, I was changing my sari and making kajal. That's when I put the black tip in the mirror. Then Safayet Bhai said__

-Do not build on the glass of the mirror but stay on the forehead.

I laughed and said __

A: I don't like Nago. I couldn't build it in anyone's mind, so this tip of mine should be built in the mirror.

Just then a phone call came to Safayet Bhai. I told Safayet Bhai to keep it in my mind because I was getting more and more fascinated with Safayet Bhai day by day and a little appreciation of Joyi Upper's wedding day seemed to increase it even more.

Yes, I am that unfortunate Benu. But I never told Safayet Bhai about that love. Before that, everything seemed to be upside down. The day after Joyi Upper's wedding, a friend of Safayet Bhai came from the city. In fact, he was supposed to come before the wedding, but he was stuck in some work, so he came the next day. Safayet Bhai invited Snigdha Apu to take experience with his own eyes as he was very fond of drawing pictures of village wedding house and bride and groom. The name was as beautiful as the beautiful sister.

Brother Safayet was very happy when he introduced himself to everyone and seeing how many days Apu was there, one could understand how deep and close their friendship was. One day Safayet Bhai called me and told me that if he ever got married, he would marry someone like Snigdha Apur. I was mocked and told in front of my sister that we have a brother named Benu Janis Snigdha! She never combs her hair like a girl does. However, on the day of Joy's wedding, I saw that my brother was dressed as a little sister. Everyone laughed when they heard about Safayet Bhai. The water was falling in my eyes. I came up from there in great humiliation.

I left Nanu's house the next morning. My mother used to say that I would stay for a few days but I did not stay. I left with my mother. Joyi Apa may have been a little angry to leave that day. But I left without putting them on. A lot has changed since that day. Maybe I liked the insult that day a little too much. Then why did I change myself in anger and stubbornness. After that day, I never talked to Safayet Bhai again. Suddenly Nanu died. Brother Safayet went abroad for a year. Of course he called me the day before he left but I didn't talk. Made a short text just where it was written,

"You're so angry! I didn't say a word. You're crazy."

I cried a lot that day. I do not know why I cried! However, my anger against Safayet Bhai did not abate. May he be well with Snigdha Apu. He can't go with a girl like me anymore. My father was ill and was pushing for marriage. The boy is also very good, so everyone got married in a hurry. But there is a big difference between the previous Benu and the current Benu. Seeing this Benu, maybe Safayet Bhai would not have any more brothers. Benu, who never wore makeup, now has jewelry all over her body. The current Benu has always been a puppet. Anyone who sees it once will be fascinated by the form of Benu now. I never thought that time would change like this. And I have changed myself so much over time that I find myself surprised.

Nowadays mother has become very ill. I heard that Safayet Bhai has come to the country. This time he will go with Khalamani at once. So, like everyone else, yes, maybe for the last time, everyone has decided to go to the village on Nanu's death anniversary. I have no desire to go but I have to go because of my mother's request. And Safayet Bhai had to face him on the way. But this time, Safayet did not look at his brother and Benu, but there was an expression of remorse and sadness in his eyes. I was sitting in Nanu's house when Safayet Bhai came and said __

- How are you, Benu? Anger has not yet subsided?

After all this time, when I heard my name in the voice of Safayet Bhai, I became a little emotional. But I said with anger__

~ I'm fine, very good. Maybe you are much better than you are with Snigdha Apur.

Brother Safayet smiled and said __

- Who told you that I am with Snigdha? However, there is a lot of soft groom baby. Talk often. Where is your groom? Don't show up! I got married in a hurry and I couldn't stay in your marriage.

হয়তো You might not want to stay. I'm not your brother! I can't even comb my hair properly.

-Benu, you still remember that and you are angry! Dad, it was just nonsense to make you angry. You can also ask Snigdha if you want.

Look, I don't want to ask anyone anything else. And as far as I know your sister was supposed to be married.

- We were just good friends. Nothing more than that. As soon as I went to tell someone else, Safayet Bhai stopped and said leave it.

This may be the first time that tears have flowed from my eyes in front of Safayet Bhai. But I hid it. But the man sitting next to me understood that very well.

Brother Safayet showed the black tip and said __

- Remember? I stared at the black tip for a couple of minutes.

Then i said

হবে Tell me what will happen now?

Brother Safayet sighed and said __

- Yes, Ray Benu, you're fine, aren't you? You are very happy with the groom. You must not lack anything. Your groom loves you so much!

I lost my way thinking about the answer to this question. I'm fine, I do not lack anything but love! Well, is there love in my life? The smile puts the news of Benu's mind behind Benu's beautiful face. I just smiled and said I am very good brother Safayet is very good. And my groom is actually stuck in an emergency so he couldn't come. He was supposed to come but he is busy to bring happiness, luxury and love for me. My love is not the main thing for him.

Even after all this time, I am surprised to think that you remember Tiptar. I remember a lot of things that would make you stunned. Why did I do that? Safayet Bhai said in a voice of interest.

I just made an angry decision. Which I said myself and did not give me a chance to say. Benu said bored.

I never thought you had such a feeling towards me! And I didn't get a chance to say. In fact, I did not want to be insulted for the second time and you know, my self-esteem hurts a lot.

Safayet said brother__

-Benu you are still but you misunderstand me.

Without saying a word, I removed the black tip from the dressing table and left the room. For the next two days I did not talk or meet with Safayet Bhai. However, Khalamani was saying that she was drawing a picture on the bank of the lake for two days. But once upon a time, I used to say that I would draw a picture of myself, but I would stop and hang it on the wall. But as always, Safayet Bhai used to smile sarcastically and say that it would be disrespectful to the wall if Benu drew your picture. But how much that Safayet Bhai has changed today. That was nonsense. Feelings are sometimes expressed at the right time or it is too late. Then there is nothing to do. You just have to burn in the fire of feeling. As I am doing now, maybe Safayet Bhai is suffering more than that.

After getting in the car on the day of departure, Joyi Apa came and handed me a picture wrapped in a piece of paper.

When I asked him, he told me that he had paid for it. Take a look at yourself. I tore the paper in a daze and looked at the picture as if I was speechless for a few moments. This is my picture. But these two days Safayet Bhai was drawing this picture with attention! After seeing the picture, I went back to the wedding day of Joyi Upper. The picture is exactly as I dressed it. That sari, that kajal and that black tip. It's as if I'm seeing a living Benu with my own eyes. But the same! The tip is the real tip, not the brush tip. Safayet brother picked up the black tip that was thrown that day! Why? For use in this picture! Suddenly I saw someone standing behind the olive tree. I had no difficulty in understanding that it was Safayet Bhai. But I saw the tears in the corner of Safayet Bhai's eyes. At that time mother came and sat in the car. Everyone said goodbye to us one by one but Safayet Bhai did not come.

I left the car and sat quietly holding the picture in my hand. Mother saw the picture and praised Safayet Bhai a little. I lowered my car window and tried to hide my tears. When my mother sees it, she will start asking thousands of questions again and to be honest, I can't answer any of them now. In fact, it is very difficult at the moment. I feel a pain in the left side of my chest. I looked at the picture once more. I now want to run to my brother Safayet who is standing behind the olive tree. He wanted to go and hug Safayet Bhai randomly and hug him and cry continuously. But destiny has left the car of my destiny.

That car has gone so far that you can't see the human face behind the olive tree if you want to go from there. I don't have the picture of Safayet Bhai wrapped around my chest very carefully so that the black tip does not come out of the picture. The black tip that Safayet Bhai has taken so much care of after so many years, he has put it on my forehead with his own hands.

Story: Black tip

Written by Jannatul Ferdous