[Novel character] blog no...5

Jaglu Bhai's son Babu and I are sitting face to face. The boy is four or five years old. Big big eyes. He looked for a long time before speaking. He has been wearing a full sleeve shirt even in the heat. He is sitting with his legs spread leaning towards the head of the bed. He has a toy monkey in his hand. The monkey's eyes are as big as his. I'm looking at Boder. Once I said in fear, what bites this monkey?

Babu was surprised and said, why bite? It's a toy monkey. Filled with cotton inside.

I was just as surprised as he said, really toys?

Babu said, yes. Take it in hand.

I said, no need, you sit with your hands. I have no hobby of biting monkeys.

I didn't tell you, it's a toy!

Good thing if it's a toy. Will you cover this animal with a sheet for a while?

Are you scared?

yes. Are you scared?

I sighed and said, Daddy Ray, I'm not scared, but I don't like animals. You put it under the sheet.

All the children in the world love to see older cowards. Babu also liked it. He hid his toy under the monkey sheet. I said, the tail is out. Insert the tail as well.

Babu put his tail under the sheet and said in a happy voice, you are so scared!

I said, just as there are brave people in the world, there are also timid people. Got it?

Babu nodded yes. Joy is glistening in his eyes. I said, do you know me?

No.

Seki! I have talked to you on the telephone many times. I am your Himu uncle.

I know now. Where is Dad?

I don't know where your father is. Your father gave me the responsibility of raising a ghost child. The baby has been raised. No children were found. Girl-child.

Where?

With. Covered with sheets. They can't stand the light.

Give it to me!

Can't pay now. Your father will give it to you on your birthday. I just brought the sample to show. You need to know if you like it or not. You wanted a boy-ghost child. It's a girl.

Where, do not show a little!

The windows must be closed. Can't get out in so much light. Tell someone to close the door and window.

Babu shouted, Fupu. Big uncle.

A middle-aged woman entered. He looked at me with full suspicion. I said politely, Jaglu Bhai sent me.

My words did not remove the suspicion in the lady's eyes. He said in a cold voice, how did you get into this room?

I said, the door was open, I entered.

The door is never open.

Today was. I entered because it was. Would you please close the windows of this room?

Why?

I brought a gift for Babu. I'll give it to him. The gift is such that it cannot be shown in light.

What gift?

A ghost baby.

The suspicion in the lady's eyes deepened. He looked at Babu. Babu said, I told him to bring the boy-ghost child, he has brought the girl-ghost child.

The lady said, show me what you have brought.

I said, just show it can not be shown. The doors and windows of the house have to be closed. Without it, I will not do this thing in front of you. Ghost kids are timid in nature. Seeing you can be scary.

Babu said, Fupu, you close the door and window and leave!

I smiled and said, the ghost child will stay in this house. If Babu wants to show you later, you will see. This is not what you need to see right now.

I took out a bottle of green chapata from behind the sheet. The mouth of the bottle is sealed. Two marbles inside the bottle. If you look closely, you can see something in the smoke. I said, the smoke-smoke thing is a ghost. Two chains of round glass things?

No.

They are called marbles. Give the marble so that the ghost child can play.

What's his name?

I don't know the name, you ask and find out.

Talk?

Say with the little ones. Don't talk to adults.

What do you eat?

Now the moon eats light. If it is a little bigger, it will eat candle light, cup light, hurricane light.

How to eat?

If you leave the bottle in the moonlight for a while, it will be eaten.

Where are its parents?

I don't know where it is. You ask and find out.

Ask now?

It is better not to ask now. I'm in front, will answer. No. Don't like me.

Don't like any?

I caught it. So, that's why he doesn't like me. If someone grabbed you and brought you to the demons, would you like him?

No.

Now give me the bottle, I'll take it.

No, I will not give the bottle.

You wanted a boy-ghost, it's a girl.

Babu said in a serious voice, I will not give the bottle.

He hid the bottle under the sheet. The information I got about Babu is that Babu's mother died when he was one year old. Babu's two aunts took care of him in turns. Big Fupu, whose name is Rokhsana, is in charge now. Babu was diagnosed with the disease at the age of three. This disease reduces the production of red blood cells. The ones that are made are broken. The only treatment for the disease is bone marrow transplant. That treatment has been done once. Didn't work. Preparations for the second phase of treatment are underway. No one knows when it will start. It goes without saying that his father did not meet him. The father and son have not met in the last six months. The boy is always waiting for his father. Stays. On one side of his bed he puts two pillows for his father. His idea is that one night he will wake up and see his father lying next to him.

When he saw Babu, he left and talked to his uncle Rokhsana Begum. Very cool kind of woman. Cut to the chase. He assumes, I am one of the finger-cut Jaglur team. If you sweep my sheet, you will find five or six cut fingers. He said in a hard voice, what is the news of your master?

I said, good.

Moti Mia, the right hand man of your master, has been caught. He came to see Babu in this house and was caught.

I said, I got this news from the masters.

You too will be caught from here. The police will catch you.

I smiled and said, don't catch. The police do not work during the day. By night. There is no record that any criminal was caught by the police at 8 am. During this time the police brothers eat tea and breakfast.

Can you tell your master a word?

I can.

Tell him to hand over the responsibility of his son to someone else. My sister and I will not take this responsibility anymore. Your master doesn't know how much the police are torturing us.

I will tell the master.

Have you read today's newspaper?

I don't read the newspaper.

You can read today's one. There is a possibility of feeling good. There is a newspaper in the house. Shall I bring it?

Can give.

I stood up and finished reading the news. Illustrated news on the front page.

Notorious terrorist Moti Mia, a member of the finger-cut Jaglu group, was killed in a crossfire. The police took him out on a search operation. At this point his comrades started firing. Moti Mia jumped out of the police car and tried to escape, but was killed in a crossfire between the two groups. His body has been lying in the morgue of the hospital for the last two days. None of his relatives came to collect the body. Residents of Chankharpul area distributed sweets on the news of Moti Mia's death.

Rokhsana Begum said, have you read the news?

Yes.

This will happen to all of you. The deadbody will be lying in the morgue, no one will be able to bring it. We are not going to bring your master's dead video. Can you give this news to your master?

I can. Apa go?

Don't call me sister. I am not the sister of any of you.

I thought it would be very troublesome to release Moti Mia from the morgue of Deadbody Hospital. In reality, there was no problem. I measured two forms. I signed in three places. The person who filled up the form once asked, what happens to you?

I said, brother.

The gentleman narrowed his eyes and said, what do you do?

I smiled sweetly at the answer to the question. The gentleman's face went dry. He muttered, how to take the body?

I said, pushcart.

The gentleman shook his head as if taking a corpse in a cart was the best way.

The wheelbarrow is now in front of Mr. Mansur's house. I am sitting in Mr. Mansoor's drawing room drinking coffee. I'm here. Take suitcase delivery. Today, Tuesday, both father and daughter are scheduled to leave the country. If the goods are not delivered within today, there will be problems. Brother Jaglu, don't take the matter lightly.

Got the suitcase delivery. Farewell to father and daughter. The daughter got along well with me today. Lets eat the cake. Lets have coffee. Good place cake. The smell of butter wafting from the cake is still floating in the air.

Mr. Mansoor said, I told you to come on the first day of the month and take ten thousand rupees from my cashier. You didn't come.

I smiled and said, Sir, I didn't have time. Unemployed people are more busy.

Mr. Mansoor was about to say something, at this time his doorman came and said something in his ear, Mr. Mansoor's face turned pale. He whispered something to his daughter again. The girl's face also turned gray. I said, any problem?

Mr. Mansoor did not say anything, Mitu said, did you bring the wheelbarrow that is standing in front of our house?

I said yes.

I said, a deadbody. You are the dead body of Moti Mia of Jaglu Bhai. Sir, Moti must know Mia.

Mr. Mansur paused and said, what about your deadbody?

I'm going to bury you, sir. Released from the hospital morgue. Now I will take you to the graveyard.

Mitu said, you are eating tea-cake leaving a deadbody in front of the house?

I said yes. Living people will eat tea-cake. If dead people could eat tea-cake, then I would call Moti bhai too.

The doorman is still there. He looks as if he is waiting for an order. He will get the order of Barasaheb and he will jump on me. I looked at the doorman and said, doorman brother! It is better if you are around the wheelbarrow. Dogs can attack deadbodies.

The doorman stared at his boss. Clear writing in that vision you you allow, and quietly watch what I do.

Barasaheb did not give any such order. He gestured to leave. There are now three of us in the house. Silence continues. No one seems to be able to find anything to say. I stood up and said, Sir, let's go.

Mr. Mansur motioned me to sit down. I sat down step by step. Mitu looks at his father in surprise. Probably trying to understand why his father told me to sit down. Mitu was going to ask something, then my mobile rang. Before I pressed the button, I realized that Jaglu Bhai had called. I noticed that most of the time listening to the ring, one can understand who made the telephone. Who knows what the matter is!

Himu?

Yes, brother Jaglu! How are you?

Where r u

At the house of Mr. Mansur. I have come to take delivery of goods.

Got it?

Yes, I got it.

Moves in ten minutes.

Where do I go?

In Ramna Park. Where you sat that day. I will have people.

Brother Jaglu! That would be a little late! Holds for four hours. It may cost more.

Why be late?

I have Moti Mia with me. Released from the hospital. Burial will take time. From here it will take two hours to reach Azimpur cemetery. Going in a wheelbarrow, you can understand.

Moti Mia's deadbid with you?

Yes.

Are you telling the truth?

Yes.

Brother Jaglu is silent. It takes time to digest events. It's going to take time.

Himu!

Yes master?

Moti always said that when he died, his dead house should be sent to his village home. Let him be buried next to his father. His home is Netrokona district, police station name is Kendua, village Royalbari. Take the dead body in a microbus. Can't?

Of course I can. Will any of you go?

No.

Where can I rent a microbus?

Spend money on suitcases.

He does not want to break that money. You better do something, tell Mr. Mansoor to give him a car. He is right in front of me. Talk to you soon.

I grabbed the telephone in the hand of Mr. Mansur and looked at Mitu and smiled sweetly and said, will you have another cup of coffee? Homemade coffee and hotpot are never like a shop. Better than your coffee shop.

Mitu is looking at me with fiery eyes. Mr. Mansoor is also looking. I don't know what Jaglu Bhai talked about with him. However, there is no warmth in Mr. Mansoor's eyes. Mr. Mansur said in a tired voice, listen to Himu. I don't have a car to carry a dead body. But I am renting a car. Another thing, if you have no problem, I want to go with you.

Mitu almost shouted, why?

Mr. Mansoor said, I do not know why I want to go. But I want to go. There is nothing wrong with that.

Dad, our flight is at three in the afternoon.

Mr. Mansoor said in a deep voice, it is not a matter of canceling the flight.

Our journey has started with two cars. Destination Netrokono, Thana Kendua, Village Royalbari. In the first car (huge Pajero type car). Mr. Mansur and his daughter Mitu. I followed them in a microbus. Badal with me. I informed Badal that he had come running with great enthusiasm. The two of us sat down. Next to the driver. The driver's name is Neyamat Ali. Cheerful young man. The driver of the corpse car will be an old man with a sad face. There is no trace of depression in Neyamat Ali. Seeing her expression, it seems she is taking the groom. After crossing the Gazipur crossroads, he said, "Sir, shall I sing?"

I said, what song?

There are all kinds of songs — English, Hindi, dance music.

Give me dance music.

Neyamat Ali said, you have to lower the flag and give music.

What flag?

Red flag. The car in which the corpse goes has to be given a red flag. I also have a car. As the flag is on the minister's car, so is the corpse's car. The body went to the minister.

Neyamat parked the car on the side of the road, unfurled the flag and gave dance music. Jha jhumjhum jha jhumjhum music. I looked at Badal and said, how do you understand?

Badal pulled out all his teeth and said, very good.

Of course.

No.

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