A little sunshine

It's bitterly cold. Surrounded by thick fog, vision is limited to a little distance. Then again, fog. Dark, white fog.

H r r r . . hot . . hot . .

Ten sick legs are moving together in the same rhythm.

Along with that, the silver plow is moving,

the plow of life is moving . . . .

The health condition of the two cows is very bad,

as is that of their owner. How they are shaking,

as their

owner is shaking too. Just as they have no clothes on, their owner's body is almost completely naked. He wears nothing but a torn towel.

Kalim Sheikh's wealth consists of these two cows and a piece of arable land. Sometimes he feels very sad for the two cows. Seeing the worn-out bodies of the two cows makes him very sad. Kalim Sheikh thinks that the two cows may also feel sad and sad when they see his body. They may not say anything with their mouths, but sometimes they look at him with dirty eyes!

What! I have no strength! Why are you standing?

Come on, let's pull. .

Ha ha ha ha. . Hot. . Hot. .

Kalim Sheikh is talking to the two cows continuously, and the two cows are pulling the reins non-stop. The plough's furrows are tearing the earth apart. Kalim Sheikh is staring at the pieces of broken earth with wide eyes. This is not soil, but a piece of dream. A dream of white rice in a smoky haze. . . .

Kalim Sheikh has two sons and two daughters.

The two sons got married and separated.

And the two daughters also got married.

When?

Long, long ago, father Rajab Sheikh handed over this plow-yoke to Kalim. Kalim would have been twelve or thirteen years old at that time. Kalim Sheikh has been carrying the burden of that plow-yoke for so many long years. Even at this late stage of life, there is not so much

rest, there is not so much fatigue.

There may be fatigue, but

he is absolutely unwilling to accept it

. That is why he still holds the handle of life's plow with a firm hand. .

What will happen if the boys and girls get separated, one

but still has not separated Kalim Sheikh.

Whom he met fifteen years ago

on a stormy night.

The story of that night

is still vivid in Kalim Sheikh's memory,

as if it were the story of that day. . . .

Kalim Sheikh was sixteen or seventeen years old at that time.

Rajab Sheikh was afflicted with some kind of serious illness. There was no hope of survival. One night, he called everyone and said, "His time is up tonight." Before he died, he wanted to see the face of his son's wife. So, that night, Kalim Sheikh was hastily married to "Nasimon Bewa" from the neighboring village. Nasimon's skin color was a bit dark. So, seeing Nasimon on the wedding night, Kalim Sheikh's face also turned a bit dark.

By that time, the sky outside had probably turned black. A violent storm had begun. Towards dawn, the storm stopped, and Rajab Sheikh's life lamp also stopped. What a strange thing! The man had already sensed his death!

H r r r . . hot . . hot . .

Tears in Kalim's eyes. In a shaky voice, he said, "How are you, Father?"

Then he looked towards the bank of the pond surrounded by bushes to the north. That is where Rajab Sheikh has been sleeping for the last fifteen years. .

Kalim Sheikh has lost many things in this long life, many have left him. But that black girl still remains by his side. Kalim Sheikh sat down now. It was as if the fog had surrounded him from all sides. Kalim Sheikh knows that Nachiman will not be with him for much longer, that he may leave at any time for the other side. For the past fifteen years, this black girl has been the light of his life, and that light is now dim.

Kalim Sheikh can't imagine how he will spend his days without Nachiman. Who will wake him up every morning? Who will make him a cup of tea? Who will wipe the sweat on his sari sleeve after returning from work? Who will make the wind blow tirelessly on the palm leaves? Who will tell the moon's old woman's story on a cold night? Who will cut off her hair when she can't sleep? Who will comfort her when she remembers her father on a stormy night?

Kalim Sheikh cannot imagine a single moment of Nachiman's death. That Nachiman is slowly moving towards death today, yet there is nothing he can do about it.

Kalim Sheikh started crying loudly. .

The two cows were looking at him with their necks bent. How strange! The eyes of the two cows were also so wet. . ! !

The sun has risen. The fog has begun to clear. The surroundings are slowly becoming brighter in the soft sunshine. Kalim Sheikh also stood up with a decrepit body, almost seventy years old. The dewdrops that had accumulated on the piece of soil had slowly started to dry. The tear-filled little eyes of Kalim Sheikh, who was hiding in the room, had also started to dry.

H r r r . . Hot . . Hot . .

Dreams never die,

they never stop.

The yoke and the plow are moving forward on the shoulders of the two cows.

Along with that, Kalim Sheikh's dream is moving forward.

The dream of living for many more days with Nachimon . . .