Still like Rose



Muhammad Raihan Ibn Alam

Alone on a lonely night, I am returning to the light of the lamppost, an unknown address. Rose has committed suicide for these three days. I have grown up alone in a cruel cityI didn't understand that I will meet Rose on the same day. Rose is the heroine of this story. Rose belongs to Christianity and Tasin belongs to Islam. The relationship between the two has passed for almost an eraI entered the first class of the college in the path of everyone. I wore red Punjabi and jeans.

Gradually everyone started coming to the class. Sir entered at exactly 11:30. Everyone finished the familiar episode of Sir.

The two became friendsAt the end of the class, I am sitting in the canteen, holding a cigarette and smoking. Rushing across campus. Suddenly one by one in the rain. After an hour and a half of rain, I left for my destination. I came to the city from the village and rented a small room.

In this way the day was going well. Suddenly financial transactions from home stopped. Where will there be a place in this cruel city. After a week, the owner of the house took out the goods including the goods.

Sitting on the side of the road reading William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. No one in a busy city has time to look for anyoneOccasionally one or two people are watching and some are laughing because they are crazy.

Why money is not sent from home. Because I did not want to know. Maybe they do not like to pay the cost of this unfortunate. Hungry mad man is eating food in the dustbin. After overcoming all the shame of the world, I joined the food of that madman. He looked at me once and said, "You are mad, you are mad, you have joined me." Let's eatI looked up and saw a 21/22 year old girl. He is wearing three pitches and a cross is hanging around his neck. I immediately understood that he is a Christian. I am following him with my belongings. I entered the hotel on the side of the road.

What to eat?

-Rice pulses.

Just rice pulses?

- Huh. That's my favorite food.

He told a 12/13 year old child to give food. The child gave food.

I started eating.

Well, every day (2)

Well, when I see you, I think you are the son of a very polite family, then why were you eating there? Rose said.

- Whoever has no one in this world has a polite family again.

Oh, sorry. Where do you live?

- I lived in Mirpur. I don't have a home at the moment!

Why?

-He could not pay the rent.

By that time I had finished my meal. Before asking any new question, I left expressing my gratitude.

After paying the hotel bill, he said from behind, "Stop here."

Walking loudly .I don't want to live in this city with anyone's mercy.

He is standing in front of the running path.

As much as I want to go forward. He is not letting go.

Where to go?

- I don't know.

So?

- Leave the way with gratitude. No one wants mercy.

Not mercy! Love;

- I can't stop laughing!

Why are you smiling?

- Listen to you.

Why love for everyone!

- That's right.

Come with me.

I started walking with him.

Well, what's your name?

-Tasin Perth

Muslim?

-Hmm, your name?

Everyone calls her Elena Rose.

- Well, are you a Christian?

Hmm. Problems?

-What's the problem with the beggar again!

Quite angrily said, keep quiet.

Ranchandi seems to be angry.

I came and stood in front of an old house.

Bitter atmosphere all around.

Mother, look who I brought.

Said in such a way as to know how much.

Mother's face is very smiling.

Mother is Perth. There is no place to stay. So I left.

You did the right thing. Come to Perth.

The 25/26 year old girl took the goods.

Dad, you get fresh. Show Perth the washroom, Malti, Mother said.

Rose is goneI went to the washroom, washed my hands and face and sat next to my mother on the verandah.

I told the details about myself.

No problem! Perth

I got Rose as a child.

And Rose got you.

Then I realized that Rose was a street child !!

Let's go to college from here .Rose is a tenth grader at Holycross.

I have seen four years have passed. I have repeatedly tried to communicate on my mobile phone from the village. Once I dropped the SIM.

Graduation is complete. Needless to say, in these four years, the relationship with Rose has become a right. No third person in the world knows this relationship.

The job is in a private company. The days are passing like this. Every day at the end of the office, Rose goes out to visit. Sometimes in Hatirjheel, sometimes at Savar or TSC junction .. (Continued)