I have never read the stories of Humayun Ahmed. It's like 'Scribble Scribble'! But I opened the books in this lockdown and was surprised to see that we have so much in common with the characters!
Chhanpa used to say in advance, Barapa would think like the heroines of his story, on the first day of a rainy season, he would run away with an unemployed young man! In the end, of course, it did not. But it was wet in the rain of love.
That Dulabhai's corona is positive. At the end of the hospital duty, Dulabhai also joined Barapar who was already in quarantine. Musa, who did not go to primary school, Noah went to see his parents through the window. Hearing that, my mother cried all night and brought fever. I laughed and said, ‘Amma, you look like the whole“ Muna Mami ”.’ Amma looked at him with bloodshot eyes.
In the meantime, Eid came. On the day of Eid, I took pictures of one-year-old Nafsu and six-month-old Rodela sitting side by side. Seeing the picture, Rumi-Sumi Apu, who is in Donald Trump's country, said together, 'Wow!' As if 'Butterfly and Kangka!'
But even then the childhood Eids were better. On the moon, we all used to decorate the house with colorful paper. Dad would cut the paper. I listen to fairy tales with kantha muri. I also feel fever coming! Then the day El Abbar, the next day the brother.
Barapa issued a summons that everyone should be tested. We said in unison, ‘Hey, this is a“ little virus ”fever. No test required. The virus will enter the house as soon as the test is done. 'Chhanpa said,' I am praying that tomorrow the sky will break and it will rain. And you go out. 'I said,' If you don't go tomorrow, the old man will tell you to go the day after tomorrow. ' The day after tomorrow is Friday. If two consecutive days are left out, the third day will not go like this. ' I actually heard the cloud calling, as if ‘the cloud said let’s go!’
The next morning the sun rose. We all went to the test wearing gloves and three masks. The brother said, ‘Hey don’t, I have never eaten with rice. They are mixed with stomach acid and now they are moving in any direction. 'I said,' Brother, you are talking like 'Himu'! He said, ‘Himu Hawai is better.’ I opened my mobile phone and saw the report. Positive!
The next morning the rain stopped. Dad said, ‘I liked jatshak and magur fish soup at noon. Munna said he would not come .... ’‘ The table girl gives bread in the morning, the son’s wife cooks at noon. Do you have to be fond of your eldest daughter? She is in so much pain, 'cried her mother. I think Chhanpa seems to have mistakenly said that if Barapa had thought like the heroines of Humayun Ahmed's story, he would have come up with the food and said, 'I dreamed in the morning that my father wanted to eat it!'
In the evening my phone rang. ‘Ashu, would come to the little porch; Let me see you and my mother. ' ‘And there’s a bag in front of the door দেখ give that waiter catfish soup and junk to Dad.’ I stood on the porch. In the light of the lamppost I could not see anyone. Is it raining again?
Author:
Jannatul Mawa,
Student, 5th year,
Shaheed Tajuddin Ahmed Medical College, Gazipur.
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