Life where as

(Part-I) It's raining outside; I raise my hand, wanting to touch it. The raindrops fall into the hands of the hump and then the pellets are melting through the gap. The brick bed is crushed to the ground; It was like the last time there was a sharp pain; The soil is absorbing the pain of the rain, or the screams of rain swallowing the thunder, the thirst for birth! One of the disadvantages of being a human being: Many reasons come to mind because of reasons. Indeed, if the train is not thinking!

The train came to a halt; a couple of men and women came to my front seat and sat down. The train left. The man sitting in the seat on the left side had made the goat so long that he made a fish hat, he got off the train at lightning speed. The man was so engrossed in the story that he didn't have to come down here for a while. Suddenly, I thought, I have come straight from the fish market to the raw material market where there is no shortage of social gatherings, but the prices of the commodities are unpleasant as the people are trying to thrive! The boy sitting next to me shows the nature of rain pouring over my head, as if a ravenous rain forest swallowed a young man in a raven. Among the many benefits of being taller on earth is that there is so much to see easily. He is taller than me and has been waving his hand over my head to explain the matter.

The train has started moving; I opened my eyes to the outside. Rainy nature is now silent, wordless as if a newborn baby just played on his stomach, now it's his turn to sleep. This is not what I see today, this innocent look of nature; I have done this many times in the past, but today this feeling is first. The sound of the train now seems to me to be a sleepy song; He is busy getting physical sleep. Right now Mara is remembering a lot. Mother didn't know the music. He could not afford to sing or listen to the seven stories of the world. Satbokar knew a story and it was through this story that he got his nine children to sleep. Then one day he got tired and fell asleep on his own. My sisters were reciting Kalima Taiba with a tune to their ears. That was the first observation I received that day of sleep. However, in my opinion, no word on the earth entered the ears at that time. The first reason to meditate is to create a vacuum ring around yourself. Transcending one's own power means bringing him out of the world of words. And it is only when Soul transcends perfectly that we weep over the body! The one we call death is only the body; Our love is only surrounded by objects. If people did not have vision, the application of the object would be greatly reduced; In this case, some of the best monkeys killed on the coast.

(Part-II) The men and women sitting in front of each other are holding each other's hands and talking with each other in laughter. Both will be between the ages of 28 and 35; In practice, it looks like a new marriage has taken place. Nowadays, for the most part, the men and women of the world come out and are busy in mathematical calculations of the world; Love is found in them at midnight bedside. But they can also be lovers and lovers. Charles Lamb was a lifetime bachelor. In one of his essays he writes that when he goes to a married friend's house, they, together with their spouse, pretend that they love each other deeply and they want to tell Lamb, "Look how unhappy you are!" Do they both want to say something like this now that we have a chance, or else we can take the wife as much as we want in the house! Thus, what is the meaning of falling on each other in the rhythm of the train! There is a middle-aged man sitting at the corner of my left. The grandmother looks at the girl in front of me like an advantage; The gesture of looking like a hungry man standing on the street watching the sweets surrounded by glass in the hotel, would swallow the top. If girls are food then what we call characterless is called food intensive. Although it may be bad to hear, many would agree that girls have food for men. The difference is that they are served in bed rather than served on the dining table. In our country, the only means of entertainment for the masters is that the wives are women and what else, so the husbands' husbands have to endure a lot of hardship. I heard a distant future from a husband whose husband was a very famous grandmother, saying that her husband's love now seemed like oppression to her. There is no day when there is no night…! There was a slight twitching just in case I woke up with a tap of a hand; I see a half-wolf beggar wandering all over his hands, soaking his hands in rain water, like my lap in the rain: cow dung, toilet tank with lime, a strange mixture of dirty and drained water! The fly flies around the man. I almost vomit. I immediately removed my eyes. The man stretches out his hand and says, "Brother Afra, help me in the body with a hard disease, man of Allah, with two bucks, God will bless you." If begging is called a kind of business, in this country in our business, only the name of Allah and two lines of the Quran are known. My mind says to look at the person's hand once more, but I know that when I look, this mind will pull out the nausea. At the same time, we should not be surprised at this two-way behavior. What made him so drawn to this awkward thing!

As soon as a Fakir did not go, a hawker came and started speaking in his courtly. Speaking is an art that is very effective in preventing and deceiving people, it is understandable when listening to the statements of these hawkers and politicians. A chocolate dealer also entered our room. "Brothers, I am a blind man, sell chocolates and run my stomach, everyone buy one chocolate," the seller said. The guy liked me a lot. That is why humans are lazy species; the thought of sleeping when you get a break. But 'what in this man's voice did I find something that made me…. The Creator could not take away the power of the mind, even if it took away the power of man's seeing. The Creator himself will surely be pleased with this defeat of the Creator.

(Part-III) The train provided shelter to his chest with equal compassion. There is no caste discrimination on the train. Maybe you don't have any caste religion…! And we are a group of ten people together. That is why the train is divided into the first class, second class, third class. What is so fear of poverty! If all the people in the society really want, there is no doubt in the museum to see the next generation of poverty. But 'if poverty and religion are not two things that will cause them great devastation! What better tool to discover than to deceive people into becoming humans?

In the back room, a sesame eater has been wandering around for a long time with a baby girl. The girl probably does not like sesame seeds cake. The seller came to our room. He told us that please buy a pace of Kustia famous sesame cake. the sales man said that average many times. I know the guy, this man lives in Faridpur. Sesame seeds are also there. My eyes quickly went to another buggy. Once a person was asked, what in the world do you like the most? After being caught, the gentleman said in response to a criminal's appearance.

The train had just set foot on Pakshi Bridge. In the case of the train, it is better to say no to the wheel. However, this personification carries a lot of importance today; At least to me. It's raining now. The river is full of youth. This is an impossible good time for those who know nature to enjoy it. Had Wordsworth or Jivananda been on the train today, I can say for sure that some poetry would have been born right now. Right now, I want to jump on the river. There can be no surrender of happiness to nature! It is the tendency to make a jump in people's mind when they get high. In philosophy, it is called Antipathetic-Sympathy, Sympathetic-Antipathy. In the end the jump was no longer done. The train is on the ground now. There is no romanticism in the jump here. Losing only the bones of the body from the middle. The train is now very close to Ishwardi. The train will take some time to get there. At the same time, I'll take over the tea. When I heard the word that tea was opened or intelligence opened! After listening to the word, after drinking tea, I feel very wise.

(Part-IV) In a short time, the train will depart from Ishwardi towards Rajshahi. The couple sitting in front of me are now eating nuts. One of my distant uncles used to say nuts; today, the truth of his statement was confirmed by the duo's eating attitude. The woman grabbed the nuts bang at me and said, "Brother, eat nuts." When I politely declined, the man on the side said, "You take because your elder sister when you say so." I picked up some nuts from the bang. No, they're probably not married. When married, the person would say 'you are not yours' and 'you think'; this is usually the case. Now it seems my second idea is right. 

A young girl got us into her bag for a few minutes. The girl screamed and cried. I tried to understand the language of crying. Nothing special is understood, but the word mother is clearly understood before or after each sentence. It didn't take long for the girl's mother to know that she was dead. Sadly, Kin 'felt a relief in how I know. The one who died is someone else, not me. It seemed like his friends had read the news of the death of Ivan Elich. The girl is crying continue.

Everyone came and looked at the girl at a glance. When my mother died, I cried like this, my mother cried when my grandmother died; this cry is coming from generation to generation, this is very normal, very eternal. The appeal of each cry is different again; The cries that the teachers have beaten, the humiliation they have for their father, the cry that they have for their father's words, the pride they have, the pride they have for their husbands. In response to the petition, the cloudy weather is now prevailing in the train bogie. The most helpless of human life, piercing all the silence of the evening, is finding answers in the train room. Believers are upset, skeptics are moving, unbelievers are silent.

The train came to a stop in front of the Department of Fine Arts at Rajshahi University; Not to stop here, some of the university's students pulled the chain. The tall one next to me is coming to Rajshahi for the first time, and thought it was Rajshahi Station!

Entering the train station; in a little while, we'll be down. Someone else will come to my place, think of everything else, the characters of the realm will be living in the story world for a while.

A few months later, I met the man sitting in front of me at the golden market in Kushtia. I wanted to know, how are you? 'He's good at his mother-in-law's house,' the man said with a laugh. Their relationship remained a mystery in the end.

Courtesy by: Mojaffor Hossen

Translated: Rabi