Siraj Bagachi Astara by Sourav Das Full Story Read + PDF

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And after a while, Subinoy was falling over.  The knees are wobbly.  The doctor said, to see and move.  That is the courtesy.  You know, at this age, there is no one to see a broken knee.  Yet the calculations do not always match.  Such as now.  As soon as he stepped on the last step of the stairs, his knees tilted due to the stump of the cricket ball.  That's it.  He was falling.
Siraj Bagachi Astara by Sourav Das Full Story Read + PDF


Basanti grabbed his hand from behind and managed.  I also heard the reprimanded threats, so, “You are in a hurry about everything.  What happens when you step carefully?  Subinoy quietly digested the threat.  Once he looked at Basanti.  Hasal.  Basanti said nothing more.  This time Subinoy took Basanti's hand.  Not for yourself.  Basanti.  Think.  The road out of the hotel.  Dunes across that road.  A short walk to the sea.  Basanti will not be able to walk that far alone.  Her heart is weak.  Injury to the waist.  Cataract surgery on both eyes.  Even yesterday morning, Subinoy was not sure about this trip.  However, Basanti has repeatedly assured her on her mobile phone, “Don't worry.  I'll be on time.  Yet Subinoy was afraid.  It is not uncommon for a seventy-year-old to take a taxi from Baliganj to Howrah station alone.  The condition of the body on it.  Arriving at Howrah station at 9 pm, Subinoy was under tension.  The end came just in time.  Basanti.  Said, “What did you think?  Won't you come?”
Subinoy did not answer that.  Basanti's straw bag was pulled.  Said, “I am taking it.  Once you stumble, the whole trip is on the ground.  Basanti said, "You feel like you are still studying at the university!"  After that, the two of them slowly got up and sat down in their room.  When I got off the train at Puri station at 7.30 am and got into the car at Hotel Pathan, Subinoy felt a little light.  According to each bar, this time as well as the room.  The sea can be seen from two houses.  In a good way.  Basanti is throbbing forever.  It has increased over the decades.  He entered the hotel and took a good bath.  Then to El Subinoy's room.  Subinoy, of course, was just a face at that moment.  Washed.  From then until noon the story went on.  Everything is a memory of the past.  In the middle of the day, after eating fish and rice, sleep lightly in your own room.  Now the two are out.  Go to the beach and sit all evening.
The two of them crossed the road and came to the dune.  Hut shops on all four sides.  All off.  The road to the beach in the middle.  Subinoy walked towards him.  Chairs are available for rent there.  Rent that chair and sit in twos.  Walking - Subinoy was thinking Bula, meaning the sixth bain of Baishakhi Basanti.  According to Basanti, Baishakhi also did not get married.  Basanti still has a job.  Baishakhi never set foot outside the house like that.  Baishakhi has come to see Subinoy from that college life.  Various rages in the body.  The girl did not get married because of that anger.
Basanti has to walk around Baishakhi all her life.  Just what Baishakhi!  Haimanti, their sixth child, was also in the custody of Basanti for five years.  Haimanti, however, was well married.  But the husband died shortly after retirement.  The son-in-law's wife almost kicked the mother out of the house by registering all the properties in her name.  Since then, Haimanti has also come to their ancestral home.  Three Bains are over sixty years old.  Everyone has various diseases.  Basanti has to handle everything.  In the midst of all these thoughts, Basanti's voice became louder, "Wait a minute.
It looks like a sack that encloses with a drawstring.  ”Thamal Subinoy.  He saw Basanti panting.  Subinoy looked around.  Near the sea.  There is a faint smell in the air.  Her white hair is flying in that wind.  Belal Subinoy with his hair.  Basanti is still najehal with her bains.  Who has Subinoy?  Two brothers.  They are waiting to see when the brother-in-law will die.  After that, all the property will go to Hatana.  The price of a two-room flat on Chetla Road is good.  Good bank balance on it.  A lot of mother's jewelry.  Got Subinoy.  Its price has now reached crores.  The nephews are turning their backs on Chile's life.  Basanti.  Bar.  Saw.  Subinoy.  He said, “What are you thinking so much about?  "Nothing."  "Did the Sambuddhas move again?"  This time you make a will and write it all down in an orphanage or somewhere like that.  Otherwise, they will not leave Tayma.  "Will you leave if you give?"  Subinoy smiled, "Sambuddhara knows where my weakness is.
Where is the weakness?  When he saw it, he went to their house and climbed up.  Basanti fell silent.  Exhaling loudly, he said, “Come on.  I can walk this time.  The two crouched down on the shore.  Subinoy rented two chairs.  Of plastic.  They sat in that chair.  The sea of ​​Puri attracts Basanti very much.  Since childhood.  At this time Basanti Puri came twenty-two times.  Has come more often than not.  At a young age, Basanti used to leave her throat and sing in this environment.  Not now.  The throat of the song seems to have been damaged after the thyroid was caught.  Subinoy remained silent.  The sun has set.  Behind the clouds.  The sky is red.  Subinoy looked at him and thought, will he ever come this way again?  How old are you two!  The body is not good either.  Maybe that's the end of it.  Subinoy saw Basanti sideways once.  Basanti looked at the sea.  Behind the spectacles are two drawn-out eyes, which have been making waves in Subinoy's mind for fifty years, now what a mess.  The pale cheeks that read the toll also slipped.  Gone.  That soft skin now.  Fold-fold according to the dune.
First, when Subinoy and Basanti were planning to start a family, they had different dreams.  Basanti used to say, “I will get a job.  The first two years we just went around.  Let's go.  I like the sea very much.  I will go to Puri.  Let's sing.  I will go to Madras.  There will be two children.  A boy, a girl.  "Will you be Shia, our son and daughter one after another?"  Subinoy smiled.  "It simply came to our notice then.  You will see, ”Basanti used to say with her face on Subinoy's shoulder.  Subinoy sighed.  Did you know the news of your daughter's love then?  Basanti's father will bend in that way?  Just sitting crooked!  Stop stepping outside the girl.  What happened all day then.  Basanti's mother had already died.  Their father single-handedly raised three daughters.  The hard-hearted man could not have imagined that his daughters could make love.  He calls making love a base deed.  Used to.  The first father-daughter tug-of-war started with Subinoy.  As a result, Basanti has to touch the feet of the family deity and swear that she will never marry Subinoy.  Basanti has kept that oath all her life.  But he never agreed to marry anyone else.
Rather took a job at a school.  That oath of Basanti.  The decision shattered their family.  Dad any day.  Couldn't think the girl could take this road.  He later repented in his heart.  But he did not have the courage to break the oath he had made to the girl by touching her feet.  Subinoy also did not get married.  One and a half years after passing MA, he got a job in a college in North Kolkata.  Subinayas are two brothers.  The sixth brother got married.  However, even after a thousand cries of her mother, Subinoy could not get married.  Basanti even said, “Why would you ruin my life for me?  Girls can live life this way.  Men can't.  Men have needs.  Subinoy did not answer.  Just laughed.  Basanti's father tried hard to marry the next two daughters.  But he could not marry Baishakhi.  Haimanti suffered a cerebral attack a few days after she was castrated.  He was bedridden for two years.  Whispered.  At that time he wanted to see Subinoy again and again.  When Subinoy came, he would hold her hand.
Then only tears flowed from my father's eyes.  Basanti used to stand beside him in silence.  No one spoke.  After the death of her father, Basanti and Subinoy came closer.  Basanti was then lost in that death.  Subinoy Raj used to go and take care of them.  The first two go out to get used to Basanti.  But different from the first.  Rules for taking a house.  The light glass wall between the first two.  Subinoy objected once or twice.  Basanti did not agree.  Once he went to Digha and Subinoy knocked on the door of Basanti's room in the middle of the night.  Many times.  Basanti did not respond.  Since then politely.  He has taken care of himself.  The two sat facing the sea.  Darkness is falling on all sides.  One by one the beach shops are opening.  A few birds flew over them.  Basanti said, “What are you thinking so much?  "I'm wondering if this is the last trip."  Basanti remained silent.  He said, "I will tell you one thing - it was not said by word of mouth.  "What will you do if something happens to me suddenly?"  Subinoy remained silent.  Then he raised his hand and took Basanti's hand and said, “Don't worry.  I'll go first.
I'm two months older than you.  I don't remember when I wanted to know my birthday in college .. ”Basanti shook Subinoy's hand harder.  He said, “No.  You won't go first.  I'm leaving.  I ... I ... ”Subinoy stood up and put his hand on Basanti's head.  Basanti sat quietly.  Excitement.  Came to rest.  Subinoy said, “Why are you thinking all this all of a sudden?  "I'm thinking of Buller."  What will happen to him if I die?  Hela can either go back to the boy.  I know that life will be very difficult.  Yet some will get it.  Hazar Hayek is his own son.  Absolutely can't throw.  But Bula?  Where will he go?  You ... you show him.  The girl will become homeless at this age.  Ragavage girl.  Couldn't handle the shock of her mother's death.  After that, his body broke.  It got worse in studies ... ”Subinoy saw how Basanti's beautiful face was twisting.  He pressed Basanti's hand and said, "You don't worry.  If anything happens to you, I'll take care of Buller. ”
Basanti's rage is on her fingers.  It merged with Subinoy's finger.  Subinoy smiled lightly and said, “But what if I die first?  What will you do then?  The darkness has come.  In that darkness, Basanti kept looking.  Towards humility.  He said in a hushed voice, “Eat vegetarian.  And I will not wear a yellow sari.  Yellow is your favorite color.  I don't remember that time in the swing of Santiniketan... ”The rest of Basanti's words melted into strong wind  The two just sat in the dark.  As well.  Silence.

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