It is better to have no hands than not to have hands'

'It is better to have no hands than not to have hands'

In the words of the mother-in-law, the pain became more internal than the pain in the hand.

In the morning while mashing potatoes, I crushed pickled onions and since then my hands started burning. I have this problem since I was little, my hands start burning when it hurts a little.

My mother-in-law witnessed this incident when she brought cold water from the fridge and dipped her hand in it. Since then he started talking to me in various ways.

Mahir came and said, 'Oh mother! why are you crying so much? Hands can burn. Help if you can, keep quiet if you can't. Don't bother me though. ,

The mother-in-law said in an angry tone, 'When I speak there is disturbance! You have to be more discriminatory in the support you provide to other people. There is no need to show such drama. Ahladi hands, can't hold chili. Earlier people used to cook curry with chili powder, but nothing happened to them. Problems like today's girls. ,

Mahir said in a calm voice, 'Mother, all is not well. It's like you never fried us eggplant. If you put brinjal in oil, your hand will always be burning with oil. ,

Mother-in-law became silent on Mahir's talk.

Mahir came and stood beside me. I looked up and said, 'Where do you see me sister-in-law, what is the condition of your hand?'

I laughed and said, 'Never mind. I'm fine Won't you go to university today? ,

Mahir smiled and replied softly, 'I will not go today. Priya will not come today. ,

Kama Aunty is on leave. The runaway girl was not found much. This time I'm having a little trouble.

I haven't seen my parents in months. It has been scattered for a few days, when Nabil returns from inside for his parents, I will ask him to go home once.

Nabil's office work is very stressful. Of course, he's always so busy. He doesn't even have a chance to sit with me and talk for a few minutes. I forgot the last time we spoke with an open mind.

'Will you go to sleep after work?'

Nabil looked at the laptop and said, 'Yes.'

'When will your work be finished?'

'I don't understand, it will be a long night. you fall asleep. ,

'Can I have some coffee?'

'Yeah, though it's great.'

Nabil is finishing his work while sipping a mug of coffee. Smoke comes out of the mug. My sighs are mingling with that smoke. I fell asleep on the bed waiting for Nabil. When I woke up I saw the sun shining. I called Nabil, made breakfast and after breakfast Nabil went to the office. Then he returned home at night and sat in front of the laptop.

I have no chance to talk to him. Of course Nabil never wants to know if I have anything to say!

'Come here, mother-in-law.'

On the call of father-in-law, I ran from the kitchen towards his room.

'What happened, father?'

'I haven't got my glasses since your mother-in-law left. I will call your mother-in-law and ask if she took the glasses by mistake or not.

I smiled and said, 'Dad, you have glasses in your eyes.'

He put his hands on his eyes and smiled and said, 'Look mom, what happens when you get old! I called you from the kitchen and hurt you. ,

'No papa, okay. If you need anything, I'll bring it. ,

'No. It doesn't take anything. you go. ,

Hearing the callbell, I ran fast and saw Mahir opening the door.

'What's the matter so early today?'

'Sister-in-law, where is mother?'

I put on my seatbelt and replied, 'He went to Julia's house.'

'When did you go to the Upper House?'

'in the morning. Why say something? Need an emergency? ,

After a while Mahir replied, 'Do you have money?'

'how much money?'

'three thousand. Today is Priya's birthday. Very little money in hand. ,

I laughed and said, 'Okay. I'm giving. you sit down ,

Mahir jumped with joy as soon as he brought the money. When I got up to go out I said, 'I'm making a glass of sorbet. eat it. ,

Mahir laughed and said, 'Thank you Mahiyasi sister-in-law. There's no need for sorbet anymore. ,

Mahir broke his teeth. Hearing Priyati's birthday, I remembered my birthday. In the first years of marriage, Nabil and his family used to celebrate birthdays together. Then Nabil would not have time to be busy. And now I can't remember when the birthday goes, when it comes. With birthdays our special days are over.

'We don't need to live so stylishly. You are happy in what you have. We should give time to each other. "Every time I tried to explain this to Nabil, a fight broke out. So don't take words anymore. Of course, Nabil doesn't have time to fight anymore.

Photos of girlfriends hanging out with their families started flooding Facebook's newsfeeds. Then my stomach was heavy, took a long breath. Then with a dirty smile I made some nice comments with love react in the picture. They think I am fine too.

When there was a party at the house or office of Nabil's companions, I used to go out with the busy Nabil. Despite my reluctance, Nabil would take me along. I meant a lot, I don't like it, I don't like it, I feel uncomfortable. Although at first I did not listen, after many fights I am now relieved from the restlessness on all sides.

Mother-in-law had gone to her daughter's house several days ago. When he was asked to come, he said in a hoarse voice, 'What shall I do when I come? I have grandchildren in this house, feel good. There is no one at home to call me grandma. ,

Married for seven years. I have not been able to become a mother till date, the pain that burns me deep inside may not be understood by the mother-in-law.

I asked Nabil to go to the doctor together several times, but Nabil did not agree. Later I was forced to go alone, nothing bad came in the report. Ok. The doctor asked to bring Nabil, Nabil will go, but there is no time for him to leave. Now I have stopped saying that. My mother-in-law firmly believes that the problem of not having children is mine. When I get a chance to hear the words, I don't listen.

I never let any person come close to me in my study life. I wanted to stand on my own two feet. As soon as he completed his studies, his father found Supatra and said that one day he could stand on his feet even after marriage. Even if the marriage is consensual, but every day after marriage, I fall in love with Nabil. He used to fill me with love. In the words of Nabil with so much love, I give up the desire to stand on my own two feet.

Nabil used to come home early every day, come for lunch, and have breakfast with me in the morning. He used to keep looking for me on the phone all day, suddenly saying 'I love you', sometimes coming to my house and surprising me.

He looked at me with mischievous eyes and said, 'Thirst, I am very thirsty.'

Red with shame, I then wanted to run. Nabil used to hold me tightly. There was no escape.

At that time I could not take oath and now is not the time. One moment, one day. A smile pops up in the corner of my mouth when I remember the old sweet, but soon I closed my eyes and the sadness subsided.

I convinced my mother-in-law. Then one day Mahir brought his girlfriend home. beautiful girl Everyone in the house liked it very much.

When Nabil returned, I said, 'You know, Priyanti has come home. She is very sweet girl. ,

Nabil turned his face and asked, 'Who is Priyanthi?'

I have told Nabil about Priyanthi many times before. Nabil forgot. And thus everything in the world is being forgotten.

Without further ado, I said, 'I would love to have a cup of tea.'

His parents called and asked him to accompany Nabil. I asked Nabil to leave. Nabil said, as before, the car will send me to go.

People want to know where is the groom when after marriage he goes somewhere alone without his husband. Why didn't he come? When will I have a baby? Why haven't you taken it yet? e.t.c.

I am tired of answering these questions. In addition to Nabil, I have to attend all events at the invitation of relatives, friends and acquaintances. I have to put a smile on my face in front of everyone, to show that I am very happy in my married life. If you ask about Nabil, you have to pretend to be busy with a smile.

How many times can you avoid saying 'try' when asking questions about the baby! Whose problem? Why don't you go to the doctor? Many such questions have now gathered.

Now more people are bothering me the topic is to avoid prudence. I'm very tired now. Even though Nabil understands me at the end of the day!

The sorrow of not being able to do, the cry of neglect, the cry of emptiness, the tears soaked in pillows are poisoning everything day by day. The false pretense of being nice makes me lazy. I need some rest now. Even if you ask Nabil, Nabil will have to explain in a while. I need to match on the inside. I can no longer do this, I am constantly drowning in despair.

It seems that ten years of earthly life are drawing near. The number is ten and now everyone in the house is very excited to celebrate this day.

Nabil asked himself, 'Tell me, what do you want from me on this wedding anniversary?'

I said with a dirty smile, 'Will you give it to me if you want?'

'of course I will. Tell me? ,

'I want you, I need some time from you. what you? ,

Nabil smiled. I haven't seen this smile in many years.

He came near and said, 'Okay, I am yours that day. I'll listen to all the stories you have. ,

Although it was hard to believe, I was reassured by Nabil's words. The mind did not want to disbelieve. I laughed with joy.

Nabil said that this year's wedding anniversary will be celebrated only with the cooperation of the family members. I loved listening too. As long as everyone does not sit together, they do not talk. It is not said that the right time does not come just because everyone talks for the whole family.

Nabil is not called 'love'

years! This time the inner distance will have to be reduced. The gap has to be filled gradually. This time you have to be great inside

Nabil also does not keep an eye on him for long. He does not jokingly say, 'Thirst, I am very thirsty.'

Arrangements are being made to cook food at home. Everyone's favorite cooking is happening these days. I handled all of Nabil's favorite dishes with my own hands. At noon, everyone will sit together to have a meal. Then everyone would gather for a story session. Today the mother-in-law did not find fault in any work. her face is smiling

in the afternoon. Nabil did not come. The phone is just as busy. Everyone has eaten. I'm just waiting to figure it out. afternoon and evening. Last evening The night is deep. Everyone is asleep. I was just waiting, I realized it was gone.

Looking forward to eating together since noon. Hunger sank in the depths of the night. Just then Nabil's phone rang.

In a hurry to receive the phone fell on the floor. Still the phone rings.

On seeing him Opash said, 'Thirst, I am going out of town for urgent office work. I will return the day after tomorrow. Don't worry about me go to sleep. ,

Nabil is waiting to hear something from me. Today, after many years, Nabil has finished his speech and is giving me a chance to speak. But today I don't want the opportunity. I switched off the phone.

Nabil's simple fluent words set me on fire. The fire of dreams is burning. Unbroken tears are flowing from eyes to forehead. Weeping while weeping, the hard stone inside the chest which had been kept for so many years, might have broken this time.

The darkness around me made me feel empty. There will be azaan after sometime in the morning. Muslims will enter the mosque. There will be half light on the road. With that light, my departure will be far, far away

Deserted 6 around the city have not woken up yet. The people of this house did not wake up. I began to touch on new engagements. Now let's start my engagement.

Someone called from behind, 'Thirsty? Stop. ,

I was standing in the middle of the road. I didn't want to look back.

Suddenly Nabil's voice came out, 'Take me with you. Otherwise stay. I desperately need you. ,

turned inward. I looked back. I see darkness. No one around. The brain became aware and sent the news of these illusions.

I started walking Over and over again it seems that the voice of the voice from behind was expected, 'love.'

I don't look back. I know there is only emptiness behind it.

I made it up firmly in my mind, he won't come back. He is drowning in busyness.

Story: Busy.

Author: Mehfooza Rehman Ami.