The death of a flower
Railcrossing. The cars on either side are waiting for the train. High speed train will come at any moment. Linemen have lowered obstacles on both sides of the level crossing. But no one frowned at that. At the risk of his life, he is crossing like that. This scene is always seen in almost all the rail crossings of the capital.
Mr. Anis is sitting in the car. It is very hot. This summer he is wearing a cute suit again. The driver stopped the car and lit a cigarette. The smell of cigarettes is taking his breath away. Mr. Anis wants to get the driver out of the car by the collar and slap him hard Maybe even a little peace could be found. But the problem is, drivers can't say a word now. He left the job as soon as he was told. Those who can't go, they say for two days in a row, sir, the car is broken, it's broken. It may take at least tens of thousands to survive.
Unbearably hot! Nah, not being tolerated anymore.
Due to the low vegetation, the level of scorching heat is higher in urban areas. Mr. Anis sometimes thinks that if he ever becomes a minister of the country, he will fill the city with trees. Two consecutive trees 7 People in the shade of trees will stand and wait for the bus. What a beautiful sight! It's good to think about all this.
It started raining. It started to rain. It's ten minutes. There is no news of the train coming. A girl is walking. Basket of roses in hand. Raindrops are falling on rose petals. The flowers are smiling. Slowly becoming alive. The girl is standing in front of the car window saying something. No one is buying her flowers.
The girl is coming forward with the shadow of Maya's twilight on her sad face. Walking randomly. If one foot touches the other, it may fall to the ground. The speed at which the girl was walking did not change. He is trying hard to survive with the drizzle on his head. It has become very wet.
'Sir took a flower. Only ten teha. ' 'What's your name?' 'Flowers.' 'Your name is also a flower?' 'Yes, sir. Giya Moshammat Phulphulia is a good name. Tay Amma caresses and burns flowers. ' 'How many flowers have you sold all day?' 'Eyes are not good. Rainy days. There is no trade. Theika Mela fever-cold last night. It seems a little less, so I went out with flowers. ' 'Won't the wet fever increase in this rain?' 'Even if the fever increases, it is good. Stay at home I don't want to eat anything. It feels so comfortable, so hunger is pressing. This is a palette of flowers.
There was no need to feed the lost days. ' 'How many flowers are in your basket?' '12 flowers. 120 teha. If you take it all, give it to Duida for free. ' 'Keep this 500, how?' Fulphulia is staring. Blind fish sight. He has never seen such an incident. This is the first time he saw a 500 rupees note. 'Where do you live?' 'Sir, isn't there a big slum near Malibagh railway gate? That's where Thahi is. ' No rain. Wet wet air is coming from far away. Fulphulia's face has become brighter. What a sweet look of the girl! Long eyelids, shady eyes. Those eyes are smiling all the time. Her curly hair is also flying in the wind. The train is coming forward with a long whistle. Fulphulia is looking at the 500 rupees note upside down. Seeing the train crossing the line. The melody of the lineman's flute, the terrible whistle of the train he can't hear. Maybe you will never hear again.
* Author: saidul Robin
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