The secret talk...{story}

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I woke up very early today.

The light did not shine well yet. It is still dark. In the dim light and darkness of the sky, the mind becomes different. Everyone in the world wants to love.

I fell in love with everyone in the world. Mr. Buck slept on the bench next to me. He cannot be seen in the dark. Yet I know for sure he is sleeping in an ugly posture. His pillow was wet with saliva. Lungi is raised at the waist. It doesn't matter. I will not read anything ugly in my eyes today, I will also love Mr. Buck.

Why aren't other days of the year like today? - I lit a cigarette while thinking. I lit the heater and put the tea kettle. Everything happened in silence. Yet Mr. Buck woke up. He said in a hushed voice, tea or not?

Yes.

Woke up so early today, what's the matter? Is the body bad?

No Will you have tea, Mr. Buck?

Give me a cup.

With this he poked his head out and blew his nose. He wiped his nose with a mosquito net - what an ugly picture. Wishing to see all the nice pictures today. I tried hard to think that there was no one by the name of Mr. Buck in this house and it was not like a house. This is the palace of Mahimgarh and I have come as a guest of the princess of Mahimgarh. And I'm not a hedgehog. I am a poet. This evening I will recite a poem to the princess of Mahimgarh.

Mr. Manju.

Please tell.

Why do you feel like something has happened?

No,

what will happen?

Let's see, give me a cigarette.

Mr. Buck extended his snake-like black patient's hand. I gave him a cigarette. But I'm sure he has his own cigarette under the pillow. Mr. Buck rarely smokes his own cigarette. Ah, what a trivial thing to think about. Today I am a guest-poet. My thoughts will be like a poet. I called softly, Mr. Buck.

Yes.

Today I know why I feel great.

What happened to feel good again?

Mr. Burke was greatly surprised. To him, today is like any other day. General. Tired. I called softly, Mr. Buck.

Said.

Today is my birthday.

Is that so?

Yes. Eleven Boishakh.

Ray Bhai was born in the mango-jackfruit season.

Saying this, Mr. Buck went into the bathroom with a cup of tea. Today I will not be angry. I will not let a nice morning be wasted. I will go to Nilu's house in the evening. I will think only of him till evening.

Mr. Buck came back from the bathroom and said, "The toilet is tanned, brother."

I pretended not to hear. Today I will not hear anything ugly. Today is my birthday. Today I will go to Nilu's house and tell him the secret.

Let there be a storm. Let it rain. Or a tornado. Nothing comes of it. This evening I will go to Nilu's house. Nilu's father may be sitting on the verandah. He spends most of his time on the porch these days. When you see a stranger, fold your forehead and look at it with sharp eyes. Look at me too. I will say with a smile, is Nilufar at home? I had a talk with him. I can't speak properly when I'm excited. The words stuck in my throat. But today I will not have any difficulty. Today I will talk like actors.

After the tea, Mr. Buck arranged to sleep. Gaul pulled and said, I will sleep till nine. Then get up, eat breakfast and sleep again. See what a holiday sleep is. Marathon sleep. Ha-ha-ha. After a while his breathing became heavy. I came to the verandah and saw the light shining. The sky is light blue. The chirping of birds can be heard. There will never be a better day to talk in secret.

I called at eleven in the morning. Neelu is never available on the telephone. Found today. Neelu said in a voice like a teenager, who is talking?

I'm Monju.

Oh, brother Manju. How r u

Good. How are you blue

I'm fine too.

What were you doing?

I was reading. What do I do again? Not my honors final?

That's right. Well listen Neelu, will you be home this evening?

Why not?

I'll be there for you.

Come on.

I'll tell you something.

What's up?

The secret.

What is your secret again?

Neelu giggled and laughed. What a beautiful melodic smile. What sounds weird to hear.

Hello Neelu.

Tell me. I will come this evening.

Come on. I put it now. Or say something more?

No, I won't say anything now.

Even after putting down the blue receiver, I kept the receiver in my ear for a long time.

It's eleven o'clock. Will have to spend another eight hours. Where to go? Not wanting to go anywhere. I walked alone for a while in Newmarket. And once I bought an expensive shirt. The other day the price of the shirt would be on my chest. Not today. I did not remember the price.

I bought ten five fives from Elephant Road. Expensive cigarettes can be eaten at least today. Isn't it possible to take a gift for Nilu? What can be taken? A beautiful cover book of poetry. You have to write something very neatly there, for example, you will see Neelu in the sandalwood forest. The book will be given on return. Neelu must come to lead me to the gate. Then I will say, Neelu, today is my birthday. Neelu will say, will you tell Oma first?

What to do before?

I used to buy any gift.

What gift?

The book of poetry.

I don't read poetry.

Books can be given as gifts even if they are not read. Just at this time I opened the package and smiled a little with the book in hand. I will say with a smile, I have brought a book of poems for you Neelu.

It was very cloudy in the evening sky. And at one point the wind began to blow. As soon as Nilu set foot on the verandah, the storm really started. The current is gone. All regions were plunged into darkness. Neelu was surprised to see me and said, have you come in this storm-rain? I see it is wet. Come on, come on in. What do you do? Tomorrow would have come.

Candles are burning in the living room. An old gentleman is sitting. Bilu next to him. Bilu saw me and smiled and said, "Sir, you are telling a ghost story." Oops that's scary. Then say sir.

Neelu said, wait sir I have not come. Let's talk about tea.

Neelu came talking about tea. He reached for a towel and said, wipe your head. Then listen to Sir's story. Practical experience. Not a fabricated story.

I had a talk with you Neelu.

Stop listening to the story.

I am leaving Dhaka.

Is that so?

I have got a job in Krishi Bank. Fifth grade officer.

Wow. Let's listen to the story now.

Neelu introduced me - Sir, this is my elder brother's friend. His brother lives in Washington DC.

Nilu sir said, sit down. I sat down. The gentleman immediately began the story: the path is dark. Shravan month. The sky is very cloudy. My friend Taradas and I are going side by side. At that time I heard a word. It's as if someone is coming running. Taradas said, who? Who? Then the sound stopped.

Gentlemen can tell stories well. Nilu-Bilu is listening fascinated. Neelu is wearing a sari. There is something in the way you wear it. He looks younger than Bilur. It is as if a girl in six-seven is wearing a sari as a hobby.

The story took a long time to finish. Neelu got up and brought tea. I said, I had a talk with you.

Neelu said in surprise, he said once.

What did I say?

He is going to Mymensingh with a job in Krishi Bank.

Not at all. Another thing.

All right. Let's hear another story from Sir. Sir tell another story.

The gentleman is ready to tell the story. Immediately began his second story. The story went on for many nights. The rain has also come down a bit. Neelu got busy and asked their driver to get out of the car.

I sat next to Sir. Neelu said in a light voice, brother Manju will come again.

As soon as the car started moving, Bilur Sir said, do you believe in ghosts? I did not answer him. It doesn't matter if I believe in ghosts or not. I will leave the day after tomorrow. I will not come to Dhaka for a long time. And even if you come, you may not want to talk in secret. Bilur Sir said, Mr. Monju understood that many strange things happen in the world, listen to what happened once in nineteen sixty….

I will listen another day. I have a headache today.

We don't have lights here either. Mr. Buck is lying in the dark room. When he saw me entering, he said in a tired voice, "Brother, the body is bad." I have vomited several times. Came a little carefully, was not cleaned.

We had many nights to go to sleep after cleaning everything. Outside, it started raining in torrents again. Mr. Buck said softly, slept or brother?

No

I brought a pack of cigarettes for your birthday. Poor man, what more can I say.

Mr. Buck handed out the packet of cigarettes in the dark. I said in a low voice, listen to a word?

What?

The secret. Can't tell anyone.

Mr. Buck sat up in bed. It's raining cats and dogs outside. Today, perhaps the world will be swept away. I began to tell the secret that had not been said. I like it.