The pain of losing heaven.

By Aranna Hasan Delwar 

Do not call your father once, what is happening to them?

- Mom, dad go to office. It is not a place to wander, when you have to remember.

- Don't call even once.

- Kigo...

- Go here. I can do more with you. Tell your groom to give a local phone call!

- What happened? Why are you shouting?

- Look, father is not well. Hold your father night and day, why come here? Why not call the media? i took I also have, you do not work to add a phone to the mother!

- Try to speak politely to the media. You take the little one that has to be taught. If you don't want to talk, don't talk. I don't want to hear this usage again on the second day.

- And the strength also Bolihari; How much patience? Excitingly, the bus does not take the usual time. And I don't want to hear any complaints from my son.

One evening conversation exactly one night from today. The three people who participated in this conversation were me and my father. Why this talk today? Today, the epidemic took away the mother and father themselves. Nah, I am disoriented, they have fallen into his system. I remember them very much today. Please forgive me if I make a mistake in writing that way. If I open it now, I will get a bad name like daily news, I have to warn you that it will be from me after many years.

Before the old age between my parents was about twelve years hence the name of my village, 'You married an old man of Kaku, a man.' Seeing Omni Miu, I used to get a blue smile and thought in my mind, 'At the time of marriage, father's single head of hair is beautiful, just like you like it now!' After that, he started telling me that story, I listened to it again and again. Actually my mother is not normal. Mother was the youngest daughter of my grandfather, so she grew up lovingly. Adar's younger sister was more to Didi, daughter-in-law to son-in-law than younger sister. After my grandparents, I have my biggest sister in law. I wrote Baroma's story when I was five years old when Baroma got married. While picking up the mother-in-law's house, the hair on the head of the older man said, "Are you taking me to my aunt?" In monogamous families, birth is not tied to the mother. It is spectacular to see mothers building houses, swimming in ponds, picking fruits from trees. Put that mother on the straw immediately. Getting married Unknowingly, my mother came to the village called Jantakele. Wake up early in the morning, open the door, go to Thakur's house, clean old clothes and cups and put tea water in the kitchen; This became a daily routine. Not everyone is lucky. My luck is really bad, the main reason is my father, my sister, and my grandmother who obeys their words. Baba first learned to speak for himself with the unconscious learning things, so it was in this region that the first smell of all ends. The maid used to say regretfully, "Girls don't have a home, the one who comes from childhood, her home is then quickly arranged and arranged and given to another place, her feet are tied to land." I did not understand when I was young. But just look Tamalo my beautiful mother no longer has a soft smile, her eyes are too sharp; There is no softness in the tone of the voice, a strange depth.

While staying in a calm environment, every evening the turmoil will start. Dad is with the house and is responsible for the screaming ear leaves. People used to close the windows. What do you read in class? Grandmother used to shout, "What did I do wrong, a crazy girl hanged around my son's neck. What could have been thrown. I couldn't think. I couldn't negotiate? First hide first. Long understood I don't have to hide, I would have come forward. . Jun father's anger would burst out on me. When I would be unconscious to beat me, I would take my father's mother away openly. I would give her beautiful water. I will tell me in the absence of everyone, don't make jokes anymore, Miha opman Nibina. The phone that is mine. They can't do anything to my grandparents except insult me. What happened to my mother? She killed my father so badly that my father couldn't move his jaw for two days. It hurt to kill me. I grew up. If I gave my mother too much Rose, it was one of them. Ask, "What happened to your Miu?" I have no answer. So more anger. Everyone's father rejoices with his son. I myself again in my house next door. No one will live without me. To be alone. To do everything alone. No one. Don't help. Mother is very dear to me. Father was not getting up, but get it. When I ask men about this difference, they cry and say...

- Don't do what your mother has to endure.

I could be, so my mother had to listen to my mother. No one can see my face because it is black after I give birth. Grandmother used to sit facing the opposite direction    When my father took me in his arms, he was said to be cursed, black. Like mother like her son. From less cooking salt to clean house from drinking lime, parents are insulted. A man was put to death day after day just because he couldn't and couldn't. The good parts were destroyed, if the electricity went out, I had to stay up all night, such a big house had to be cleaned. And the PCs used to come and insult the mother with horrible language. He was excited to kill. Mother was silent. All the mother's anger fell on the grandfather. Dida kept saying why those girls have to adapt. Mother spoke only one thing, father and mother did not understand me. And father continued to be misunderstood every day. The good points were removed and only the bad points were highlighted. And the father, oblivious to the words of his mother and sisters, completely forgot his wife and began insulting her day after day.

What is the benefit? The man went mad. Common sense is lost. The man who could memorize what news was in any corner when he got a paper, could eat food by licking his hands, wanted to sit and listen to a recitation, when he got a story book and forgot the world, he became a stone.

He used to sit quietly and sometimes he would cry, sometimes he would beat his head, sometimes he would not talk to anyone. Grandpa died and mother became more silent. By then the storm that was about to blow over me had passed. I gritted my teeth but couldn't do anything. By the time the father realized everything, it was too late. Then began the maddened struggle to recover the mother. The doctor said, "Look, it's hard but not impossible to make him completely healthy." It was as if that word was ringing in the father's ears. He would wake up first in the morning to clean the house, fetch water and call his mother. In fact, mother took very high doses of medicine and slept a lot. Mother was slowly recovering. In very hot weather, mother could not stay in the kitchen, so she would say to father, "Don't make the bread today." Father would do it. Sometimes when my mother was seriously ill, my father would do all the work, cook for my mother and go to the office. I saw an unusual change in Dad. The man who always listened to his mother changed. I also went to college by then. But a great distance had been created between me and my mother by then. I didn't like mother to interfere in my work. Mother was so far away. Sometimes he would come and sit near me and talk for a while and then go away on his own. When my father went to office, my mother would get tensed and would drive me crazy to hand over the phone. I used to get annoyed, mother would have understood, she would have told me in a tone of voice, "Don't hold it once, father." I couldn't say anything.

If he was late returning from office, he would stand by the window facing the street and would calm down when he saw his father. The mouth did not express anything but I could understand. I have said many times, but mother remains as she was.

I used to get suffocated due to the condition of the house. So I wanted to live outside, I thought I would go far if I got a job. Even so, no one is looking for it and Omni will not take it either. None of that happened. Father had just retired, suddenly one day severe chest pain started. I then hurriedly saw the phone of the next door neighbor in the office, I was quite surprised and picked up the phone....

- Hello Arya...

- Tell me Kaku...

- You go to Medica quickly. We are taking Dada...

- I mean, what happened to the father? Why in the hospital? Why didn't you tell me before?

- After all, I'm telling you to leave.

I hurriedly told the boss and went to Medica. I went and saw Kaku, Ma and Rajatda sitting next door. I ran Kaku and Dada came forward...

- How is dad? What happened to the father? Why didn't you tell me?

- Grandpa has a heart attack. No worries, Baudi was on time so admission was possible.

- Mom?! What did mom do?

- Boudi did everything... she called me and then called the doctor after looking at the register, the doctor came as soon as I arrived; I called Rajat. The doctor said, 'to admit' we brought him in the ambulance without delay.

I was wondering how she called mom who didn't know how to call?! Still the mother is sitting silently in one place. I approached...

- Mom and dad are fine now... you have to eat something, otherwise your medicine will not be taken. The pressure will increase.

- Yes, they said your father is fine. But when will leave?

- Just admitted today, will leave after two or three days.

- Three days? Your father does not want to stay in the hospital. I don't remember the last time when I had a gallbladder operation, Khali told me, "Ogo, take me home, I don't like this closed cabin. I don't understand anything day and night, I don't like what they give me to eat."

I was very surprised to hear my mother's words. The man who had to call and say take medicine, he remembers so much? How?! I said...

- Well, well. You go eat something. Otherwise it will make your body worse.

- Well, let's go.

How has the mother changed since then? Ever since father came back home, he used to do all the work single-handedly, nothing went wrong. Administering medicines to father on time and making a separate chart for when to take each medicine in case he forgets. Take your own medicine. I used to go to the market after my father fell ill. Dad loved to eat fish, so mom used to tell me, "No matter how big the piece of fish is, your dad can't eat fish with too many thorns." No matter how bad the father's health was, father used to cut mangoes or mangoes in the house. Slowly the father's body recovered and the father returned to his work. Pusbo dog was my longtime love. Without telling them like that, a mother of three I bought a golden retriever one day on my way back from work. Mother was very angry at first, but both mother and father became calm. He cared more than me. He used to get the best fish and meat from the market. And Mimo used to follow her mother all day. I didn't care if I was home or not. Sometimes he would come and see that I was there, he would caress a little and he would go and lie down on his mother's faucet. And mother didn't want to go anywhere without Mimo. When mother performed puja in Tagore's house, Mimo used to go and sit, while eating, he would not eat unless mother gave him food.

I was pretty good. After a long time there was a feel good atmosphere at home. Summer mango season Both parents loved to eat mangoes. Dad used to bring more mangoes and when he put more on mom's feet, he would say, "Don't give it to me, I can't, then it will cause stomach upset", Dad would get angry and say, "Nothing will happen, you have Metrogel." At the end, the mother would say to the father again, "Don't give me two more, it's too sweet". Father used to say, "No more" and feed mother with his own hands. I remember that scene very much today. Mother's pair was very heavy to feed Rasgolla. He had to bring more and keep them, sometimes he would open the fridge and eat sweets. And if the father asked, he would say, "Me? Where is it?"

I used to say that age is growing and love is growing. Dad used to say, "Get married and see what happens."

It was not wrong, after marriage, Nisha used to say in front of her parents, "You can be like your parents, unromantic one!!" And I'd say, "Okay, so ice cream is mine today."

Parents used to laugh at us. A deadly epidemic suddenly attacked my happy world. The day the mother started having trouble breathing...

- Arya, Arya...

- What happened father?

- Come down quickly, your mother is having trouble breathing.

I ran downstairs and saw that my mother was almost unable to breathe. Immediately I called my neighborhood grandfather Rajatda... Rajatda said...

- Brother, I am taking the car, Kakima has to be taken to the hospital, I am telling the rest for the bed...

We know how many beds are premature but that can be arranged but the doctor could not show any hope. Hearing everything, father became silent. When mother's condition gradually worsened, father's fever came. Nisha was home. Someone has to stay at home and see father. Nisha called from home one day I was in the hospital...

- Father's fever is not decreasing. Khali is calling his mother in fever. Oxygen saturation is decreasing, breathing is difficult, do something.

My head is not working, what to do? where to go There are no beds around. People are running around like crazy, dying. I see the tears of loss of relatives in front of my eyes. My head doesn't work. Now that Silver; Rajatda used to study with his father, and his father got him a job. So he respected and respected his father. Rajatda used to come with sweets whether anyone came or not on Vijaya Dashami. Later he got much bigger jobs. Rajatda came running and admitted my father to a hospital with the help of my reading friends. I have nothing left in my body. I came home and slept a little fresh. I did not understand when my eyes were closed. Suddenly Nisha came and called...

- Arya, mother is no more... Just received a call from the hospital.

At first I didn't understand then when he said it again I understood one of my pillars left me. I had nothing to do. Don't let me see the last one. Rajatda said, "Brother you go home, I am here with Kaku. I will let you know if I have any news." I'm going to call Rajatda, Rajatda's phone

- Hello...

- Brother Kaku...

Tears were rolling down my silvery eyes as I spoke, trying to keep myself very strong I said….

- Mother is no longer grandfather.

I didn't get any words for a while. He slowly said from the other side...

- It's all over. We couldn't Arya, we couldn't.

Today I'm tired I'm tired after running around for a week straight. I don't know what would have happened if Rajatda wasn't by my side and if my neighborhood friends weren't there. I am grateful to them but it is not possible to express gratitude to them who are also very close to me. I lost two of my closest people today. I haven't sat down to calculate what I didn't get yet. However, after paying off all the debts of that account, today the two left for the land of no return. Today will probably be discussed above,

- "Don't give me two more mangoes, too sweet."

- "Don't get it anymore"...