This "feeling" of people is making me cry.

I have come with ssc maths exam. Papa is standing outside the gate. He asked, "How was the exam?" I thought to myself, "Excellent." Dad was very happy and bought me a Jhalmuri for fifteen rupees. ,

Two digits means ten digits ten. Dad is standing behind. For a while, my father and I met. I looked down. The father did not say anything in the rickshaw on the whole road. Hobby Jhalamuri Namlana my throat. The rest is history after reaching home. I'm not bragging, but my score after serving the result was ninety-nine.

This "feeling" of people is making me cry. Most of the time when I went to write something with a lot of confidence in an exam, I didn't know how to run around saying "I don't think that will happen". For me the judicial analysis has started immediately. It's seen later, either I typed the answer wrong, I was right or I wasted my time on something I know.

I am afraid of the word "I think". I heard from my grandmother that before I was born, there was a huge argument between my parents about "I think I'll be a boy" and other times I think I'll be a girl. And since I was born, they have been feeding me rot because I think it would have been better if I were a girl.

One day after getting up in college, the sister-in-law quietly came into the house next to Mar and whispered in Mar's ear, "I think I saw your son smoking a cigarette outside. His face was like 'I think'.

After that my mother did not talk to me normally for a long time and took the form of CID. I could see how I was walking and how I was sleeping. Even when I was in the bathroom for a long time, my mother would call me from outside and tell me what I was doing. I would then reply - "I am eating biryani. Will you eat?"

The "I feel" people in front of it have become four or five loves in my short life. But that love was not made by me, always confined to all the stories "I think I fell in love with such and such". Once in college life, I came home in a rickshaw with my sister's counterpart girlfriend. In the evening with the sound of "I feel" the news reached his parents. The parents thought the boy was 'spoiled'. He travels with his daughter.

After I got up at university I moved out of town. I was sober for a while. Even in Bengali life it seems that it will not be whispered out loud. It hasn't happened. I have been involved in many political circles. Not just family pressure, but also comfort. When I came home for the first time from a life of peace, one afternoon I overheard the famous aunt next door telling my mother, "Why is the boy's hair and beard so long. I guess be careful. It can't be." said. "

An hour after the woman left, my mother interviewed me.

After graduation, when he got a good job after a lot of hard work, it was heard in the area that Mr. Alam's son "has been paid a bribe". Needless to say, I am the only son of Mr. Alam.

I've lived half my life with this "I think". Now I'm sitting on a couch waiting and thinking about these. A variety of breakfast combinations on the front tea table. Rabbis around me are talking about my marriage. I am sitting to see the bride. Although the girl has nothing to see. Everything is just a formality. The girl is familiar to me. Her name is Neera. I like Neera in terms of job. The girl is very polite, capable and tasteful. Light green complexion, drawn eyes. Very hardworking girl. Leaving everything aside, a girl can fall in love only when she listens to the conversation. According to both the marriage is going well.

My parents called me one day when everything was perfect. He said softly, "Neera seems to have a problem with the character of the girl. You like someone else." I asked my parents with a fixed gaze, "What's wrong with the girl's character?" They could not show me the proof. It is the girl's fault who hides. I sighed and told my parents, "I don't think everything can be judged by me. My wife will be just as I am. I'll do it alone."

The night is getting dark. A month later Neera and I got married. With great agreement all is well. I spoke to Neera on phone sometime back. The girl laughed hearing my "I think" theory and biography. His smile didn't stop. Laughing he said goodbye and hung up the phone. Girl's voice is more beautiful than her voice. Now I feel very sad to hear the girl's smile. Chandni outside is coming inside the house. I came and stood on the porch. the wind is blowing. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds gathering. After some time the moon will be covered. What a wonderful night Moonlight, wind all together. After sometime it started raining.

I think it would have been better if the marriage was 'Lagt' earlier by standing on the verandah. On this night there will be people who will make a cup of tea, there will be people who will laugh, there will be people who will talk.

ear to ear

Faria Tama