Khad Page #7

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We didn't came for a holiday.

My Mother and father brought me here

to convince me to forget Sujoy.

Heis belongs to a family lower in

class to us.

How is our family?.

Soptoporni does not

mean we are a good family

What father does,

theater that's all.

Our Original house is in Halishahar and

it's a very middle class family.

Then where is the problem

I dragged this middle class family

to this place where we are today.

Only me.

And every one used it. To maintain

this economical standard is a crime?

Theater maybe very

simple for others.

but I feel honored

that I am a theater artist.

Theater is Bengal's pride.

My wife Sunita. When she was

alive I could not say one thing to her.

Sunita where ever you are or if

you are listing to me please forgive me.

Once I touched a class

8th student in a wrong way.

Yes I did it.

And I am extremely ashamed of that.

We were in south point

school from our childhood.

We were in love from class 6.

It's not physical love because we didn't

know what is love at that time.

But we realized later and we got married

in Kalighat Temple against out family wishes.

I have convinced my father.

But the main problem is in his house.

But we are happy.

Poonam came out of

her house to marry me.

our family have lot of prejudices

regarding caste, religion and all.

But we don't have any problem.

No one talks to her

properly in my house.

I know but I can't

react all the time.

But betore I cometo this trip,

Before coming here I told my mother that I

am not coming back to this house again.

I will arrange a 1BHK

and settle down somewhere.

Poonam doesn't know about it.

I thought to tell

her during the trip.

That's why I told her just now.

To be very honest Poonam also

has some issues. She gets angry very soon.

And the situation gets worse.

Don't talk like a fool Jit.

If someone pokes

me I can't keep quiet.

And Poonam doesn't

like slang. Never.

My name, address

nothing is my own father.

I can't let out any

of my secrets in this place.

Sorry.

I don't have the right to do that.

If I say anything it will

create chaos in this country.

Only thing that I can say is that

I am not justa simple trekker.

I am an informer

in this border area.

I leave the rest to your imagination.

It's been 8-9 years since my

mother's treatment started.

I am tired of traveling from Bangladesh

to Kolkata. Kolkata to Bangladesh.

Actually, apart from me there

is no one to take care for her.

My career is almost gone.

You can understand that

in this kind of a situation.

I don't have any personal

life or any kind of relaxation.

What to do?

Duty.

mother.

Sheis dying and Killing me too.

That's all

For me my career is everything.

I have struggled a

lot to reach this place.

I can't concentrate at

my work if he is alone at home.

That's why I am

sending him to a Home.

I am ashamed of this decision.

I know apart from me my

brother has no one else.

Still.

I am a bad sister, a bad human being.

I am sorry brother.

I am not a singer

All that is rubbish.

I was a cabaret dancer in

Mirza Ghalib Street's, Oscar house.

He used to come there

every day and sit at table 3.

After few days I understood

that he comes for me.

I always wanted to act

that's why I got married to him.

He promised me that

he will get me a chance

but after marriage he

didn't do anything for me.

But it is ok.

he saved me from that hell.

l don't have any secret.

no no I have one. Since I have

got this chance I will leave it here.

I was Nafisa Alam.

I was pregnant at the time of partition .

Ismail sahib died in the riot

someone hit him with a stick.

Weran away from our

houseto another village.

At that time Anadi Dutta

gave us sanctuary in his house.

After listing to everything...

..he changed my nameto Savita

and married me as per Hindu Act.

Nafisa became Savita.

That Savita gave birth to this..

Ismail sahib could

not see his son's face.

Anadi Dutta was a regular drinker.

But his heart was so big.

All the bad people divide the

country but can they divide a mother.

Whats Khokon's religion,

What Savita's Religion.

Why do you all put pillars and

wire and divide lands fools?

Will you speak to me?

Father, he can't speak.

Let him try.

Speak.

Akash Bani.

News reader Tathagoto Ghosh.

Breaking News for today.

Yesterday around 12:00 PM.

one missionary bus fell into

a chasm with all its passengers.

By the time police reached

the spot, it was evening.

The rescue work has started from

last night with help of local people.

Darkness is hampering rescue.

Driver might have run away.

Police are trying to arrest

him and are searching for him.

As per police information

Some people have died in this accident

among them few at women and few are kids.

Among the tourists

13 people are from Kolkata.

They are sending all the dead bodies

to Bagdogra and from there to Dum Dum

there the bodies will

be handed over to their relatives.

Chief Minister expressed

his deep sympathy.

And requested the people to drive

carefully in the hills.

Asato maa sad Gamaya...

Tamaso maa jyotir Gamaya...

Mrtyurmaa.. amritam Gamaya...

Shaanti shaanti shaanti Om...

Shaanti Om, Shaanti Om...

Hari Om Tat Sat...

See lots lights in the sky

See lots of stars in the sky.

See beside the road.

Wind blows badly.

Lot arrangement of happiness

Is all waste without me.

My hand should be full

The two eyes should beflowing.

The time came like a king.

All the calculation

of work is done.

Come all my Child come running.

Here, there is no death no pain.

Comeall my Child come running...

Here, there is no death no pain...

Asato maa sad Gamaya...

Tamaso maa jyotir Gamaya...

Mrtyurmaa.. amritam Gamaya...

Shaanti shaanti Om...

Shaanti Om, Shaanti Om...

Hari Om Tat Sat...

See lots lights in the sky..

See lots of starts in the sky...

See beside the road...

Wind blows badly.

Lot arrangement of happiness

Its all waste without me.

My hand should be full

The two eyes should be flowing.

The time came like a king.

All the calculation

of work is done.

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