Part -1 (Strict Adult)
-"A voice was heard in the deserted forest. After a while, a very beautiful girl came forward. I learned that her name was Suniti. When death was increasing so rapidly in the village, when I asked her if she was afraid to live there, she said,
-'There is no fear if you stay away from people...'
On the way back that same day, I saw another death.
"In the evening, another young man is hanging from a tree branch... a crowd of people in front of him!"
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There is a strong wind blowing from the sky. It is cold and there is a thick fog all around. The desire to go outside has also died. I somehow managed to get out of the office in the afternoon.
I came back home and sat.
I talked for a long time with my wife while drinking tea. Then I came to my room. I opened the window and looked outside. In the distance, a flock of crows had started an awkward quarrel on the branches of a tree.
I don't feel well. I took out some old story books from the table. I leafed through them one by one for a while, but nothing came to mind.
Just when I couldn't find anything to occupy my mind in this foggy environment, my wife told me that someone had come to the house.
I went and saw Kishori Sen. She was still one of them.
I'm shivering. Wrap the sheet tightly.
He said in that trembling voice.
-"I didn't mean to ruin this winter evening, you know. What do you think?"
-"What do you mean, thinking? What should I think?"
-"Didn't you think about the astrologer's house today?"
After hearing the girl's words, Taranath the astrologer came to mind. Yes, that's right... Is there any better environment on this winter day than his living room?
So from then on, I felt like I was familiar with some suitable environment, where this winter atmosphere would fit in, but nothing came to mind.
I smiled and said, "So come on then. You've reminded me of something very good, young girl. At least we'll pass the time by hearing some strange stories."
We both went out. We got out of the car and bought some Passing Show and hot Singara and Kachuri in Mott Lane. It would be very cold in this winter weather. By the time we reached his house with all this, dusk had fallen.
The birds were calling all around... and the street lights were coming on one by one. A layer of fog had twisted the soft yellow light into a circle and reduced its ability to spread far.
Chari opened the door. She said tremblingly as she opened it.
-"Yes, I got it right. In this environment and at this time, you are the only one who can come, Kakababu."
We proceeded inside, handing him the singara and kachori.
Taranath was just watching the last hand. After meeting the man, he chatted with him for a while and then said goodbye.
We were left gasping for breath. After we arrived, it was as if Thakur Mashai couldn't tolerate anyone else around him.
He asked us to sit down and stood up. After a while, he wiped his wet hands and stood in front of us.
He stood at the door and shouted,
-"Chari. Chari...
"Mom, how about putting the water for the tea on?"
We started telling stories about this and that.
Shortly after that, Chari arrived, bringing three cups, four and one singara kachuri on a plate.
After finishing them, the teenager said with a belch.
-"Today is a very attractive day, Thakur Mashai. Isn't it?"
So he handed him the packet of the passing show.
-"Is there going to be a story today?"
-"Your style of speaking is great, young girl. It's like handing over a passing show and asking to tell a story. It's like giving a child food and ordering them to sit down and read a book."
We couldn't help but laugh at his array of examples. The girl and I burst out laughing.
Taranath didn't let us say anything else and said it himself,
-"Although I was also waiting for the same thing. The chat that took place after you arrived is very memorable.
If you two hadn't suddenly come and introduced me that day, I don't know how much more we would have missed in life."
Both the girl and the other are proud of these words.
I feel it. At least he likes our arrival that much. Although I know, who doesn't like to hear it over and over again?
It's worth it! And from someone like that.
-"Hmm, I'll tell you a strange story today. But at the end, you have a job to do. That is, you will judge at the end."
-"Justice?"
-"Hmm. There's a tough trial for you. Let's start telling the story, and at the end, there's a big solution waiting for you. What? So, shall we start?"
We both nodded in agreement and told him that we were ready to act as judges of his story and that now he should start telling it.
He took a moment. He held a passing show and began to exhale smoke for a while. The smoke began to float in coils through the fog that had accumulated in the room inside.
We sat up even more in the mild winter. With our cloaks tightly wrapped around us, we prepared to listen to his story.
He started saying, "You know that when the wandering bug in my head moves, I just go out and think without any reason, and what can I say about it again and again.
So the same thing happened to me. I really wanted to take a break from everything for a few days and lighten my mind. That's what I thought. I went to the station with my bag and reached there. I saw which train I could get. I decided to get on whichever one I could get.
So I got...
I found a train going to Birbhum. I got on it and sat down comfortably. Let's see where fate takes me this time.
Because every time I go somewhere, I find some reason behind it.
Let's see what reason is calling me this way. I have to find it.
Who is waiting for me, that's all I can see. When the train's vibrations stopped, my drowsiness broke. I looked out the window and saw the noisy noon.
A summer afternoon. The surroundings had become more and more noisy with the shouts of everyone from doll sellers to Chanachur sellers.
In this heat, the crowds and noise of people, along with the shouting of these hawkers, have created a different atmosphere.
I walked out with my sweaty body. As soon as I put my body outside the door, a slight breeze of heat spread across my body and hit me.
Feeling a little better about that, I stepped onto the platform.
I pushed through the crowd of people who were shouting and came out. I washed my hands and face in the tap water and sat down for a while. There was a cement altar under a tall Chatim tree. I sat down and started to breathe some air.
A lot of time passed as I saw people coming and going all around. A madman was talking in the distance. Sometimes I lost my concentration due to his excessive shouting and kept my eyes on him.
After resting for a long time like this, I returned to the station.
I stepped outside.
Gradually the traffic jam lessened. I walked aimlessly along the dirt road. It must have rained yesterday, but the wet, musty smell still lingered on the ground.
Even though spring is leaving, I can still hear the call of a cuckoo amidst the trees on both sides.
I am moving forward, taking the silent noon with me.
I don't know where I'm going. I just felt like I needed to understand life a little better. And that's why I'll be floating in my own created realm, like I always do. Walking and imagining different experiences from the past.
Meanwhile, I feel terribly tired from walking on a summer afternoon!
Although the sun had already set slightly above our heads, the dove was cooing in a sweet voice...
The ponds on both sides were so still today. The green leaves swayed in the wind. Sometimes a colorful feather would fall on the leaves. The sun's rays would hit its feathers and make them sparkle.
Something is floating in a single stream from the bushes Chirping. Some unknown bird is calling in the distance.
I walked like this for a long time. But I didn't find any locality. I don't know if there is any locality here at all.
Or maybe they'll go this far and find no place to stay in the dark of night. Although this has never happened before, I'm a little suspicious this time.
I was enjoying the fields, forests, and forests all around me. A strong smell of wild flowers from the forest always awakens the surroundings. When the Babui bird's nest sways on the palm tree leaves, an even more beautiful scene emerges.
This palm tree and the Babui bird's nest, in the middle of a blue sky like the Neelkanth Mani above my head, are like a hand-painted picture.
A raft of white clouds sometimes floats among them.
You can get lost in this environment in an instant. It's like I was looking for an environment like this to take a break from the suffocating life. And finally I found it. But where will I stay here is what's on my mind.
I went further. Finally, I felt a village is coming into view. Far away, a few roofs of houses can be seen on a narrow horizon. It seems like a fairly large village. In the middle of it, the tops of tall palm trees are leaning against the sky.
Flocks of birds are floating in the blue sky. There are no trees for a long way. Fields on both sides. The tops of rice plants are swaying in the wind. Beyond that, more thickets and jungles begin.
At that moment, there was a turn at the end of the road. The path I had come on went straight, and a narrow road went off to the left. Looking at that, it felt very strange.
The place is strangely dark with the trees on both sides of the narrow road. It seems as if no one has set foot there for a long time.
There is not even a bird's call coming from that direction, nor the sound of a leaf moving. It seems as if the wind does not even go there. It is like an extraterrestrial place located within the world.
I looked closely. I also couldn't understand if there was any bad energy there. What was trumping my energy?
And if there is nothing here, then why is it there at all...
After that, I thought there was a tall banyan tree.
Because his head has risen above all the trees.
The place really looks a bit different. I walked towards it out of curiosity. As I was about to step on the very beginning of the path, I heard a loud scream...
"Ahhh... He's awake! He's awake! He's awake! He's going to finish everyone off!"
(The whole thing is written, I'll give it in order. But you have to tell me how it feels)
To be continued.....
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