The role is bigger than the supernatural story.

The tree is hundreds of feet tall and its stalks are bigger than that. And so it will be in this story. I will start with a long introduction. I request the readers to read the introduction. It is needed.

My cousin's wedding. Although the only son of the parents is not a prince, he is quite handsome. He Passed MA. His activities are limited to overseeing his father's business and doing group theatre.

If the parents are the only son, then there are countless girls for marriage. they don't like anyone from those girls. Some are taller, some are shorter, some are fairer, some talk more, and some are seen talking less. Lots of trouble.

In the end, the one who was liked by my cousin, the girl studied B A in Dhaka Eden College. The girl has no parents. Mother is remarried somewhere else. The girl grew up in her great uncle's house. He is paying the expenses of the girl's marriage.

Neither my uncle nor my aunt could take this marriage easily. The girl who does not have parents, the mother remarried, as a bride she is not so much. Besides, she is not very beautiful. Fairly kind look. My cousin still knows why he only saw this girl once and said _ he will not marry anyone but this girl. What happened if the girl did not have a father? Does everyone's father live forever? The mother of the girl is remarried, what is the problem? She became a widow at a young age, she should get married. It is not that Widow marriage is forbidden in the country.

Uncle and aunt agreed in the end but did not agree very happily, because they also disliked the girl's great uncle. The man is the ultimate rude. It makes sense to move the catch. cheap type.

The date of marriage has been fixed.

One Tuesday morning we set off in a microbus and a white Toyota. The destination is a town 90 miles from Dhaka. I don't mean the name of the town. You don't need to know that name for the story.

33 bridesmaids. Most of them are young generation. The noise is being finalized. Breakdance is taking place inside this microbus, this cracker is exploding. Something happened to the gearbox of the microbus when it came to the empty road. Repeatedly the bus stops. Everyone has to push the bus down. The bridegroom's enthusiasm seemed to increase. Only my uncle became impossibly serious. He whispered to me, "This is ominous. Very unlucky. I saw an empty jug while leaving, then I thought something would happen. Gearbox is gone, now you will see the wheel will be punctured. Must be."

Even so. The wind blew the wheels while crossing a culvert. Uncle said, "What, did you see? Do you believe me now? Now sit and suck your fingers."

It took a long time to install a separate wheel. I didn't see anyone else being upset except uncle.

The enthusiasm of the bridegroom seems to have increased. Screaming and shouting. Someone is trying to sing. Only after reaching the wedding house did everyone lose a little bit of enthusiasm.

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An old type of house is just like the houses in the town in general. Naturally, These houses are a bit gloomy. This house looked like a huge mourning house. It is squeaking all around. No people. It is made like a gate with banana trees, it is better to call it a farce of the gate than a gate. Coloured paper chains on one side, blank on the other. The coloured paper is less readable, or people's enthusiasm for the gate is gone.

My uncle is shocked. The groomsmen are making faces. What's the matter?

A naughty boy in a half-shirt came and said, "You sit down. Rest."

I said, "Where are the other people? Where is the girl's great uncle?" The boy said in a dry voice, "Yes, everyone is there. You rest."

I said, "Is there a problem?"

The boy smiled faintly and said, "No, what's the problem?" With that, he entered the house. Don't go out anymore!

Rest arrangements for the groomsmen to get sheets in the living room. A whole dozen folding chairs on the porch. That's all there is to decorating a wedding.

Uncle said, "Didn't I say bad luck? Do you believe now? Who knows what happened! I don't think there is a girl in the house. She ran away with someone. So now we have to be humiliated.

Uncle got a little excited. Last year he had a minor stroke. Matters of tension can cause him harm. I tried to handle uncle. I smiled and told him to wash his hands and face and lie down. I'm looking for what is happened. Uncle said sharply, "What do you wash your hands and mouth with, tell me? Has anyone given water to wash hands and face? Don't you understand? They are trying to finalize the insult."

"What are you saying, uncle!"

"When the words come true word for word, then you will understand what I am saying. He will take off everyone's clothes and leave them all *****. The people of the neighbourhood will bring it and give it a whitewash. If you don't believe me, write it down."

As soon as uncle finished speaking, a man wearing a blue lungi (one kind of garment which is only worn by men) came in with a bucket of water and a mug in a plastic bucket. He said with a face like a stone, "Wash your hands and face. The tea is coming."

Uncle said, "Beware, no one will drink tea, beware! Let's see what matters."

The sound of crying is coming from inside the house. Crying is not uncommon at a wedding. But these cries seem unusual. A middle-aged man enters with a large kettle of tea. I said to him, "What's the matter, brother?" The man said, "Nothing."

The crying inside the house intensified at this time. Crying and lamentation in the feminine throat. Just as the crying started suddenly, so the crying stopped suddenly. Almost immediately the girl's great uncle entered. Seeing the gentleman, it seemed that a storm had blown over him. We were stunned to hear what he said in a low voice. What a disaster! We found out that his eldest son had died a while ago. He was suffering from illness for a long time. It was too much since this morning. This is the reason why everything has become random. He is ashamed, sorry and remorseful for this. But no matter how difficult it is, marriage will happen. Tonight will not be possible, the next day.

As he spoke, he burst into tears.

My uncle is a very emotional person. He may get angry easily, but it doesn't take long for that anger to turn into cold water. He hugged the girl's great uncle and cried himself. He said in a sobbing voice, "Don't worry about us at all. We don't need anything, you go inside the house, sir. "

A strange situation! It would have been better if We had heard that the girl had run away. Anger could have been poured out on someone.

We groomsmen are very embarrassed. We can see the locals now. They've probably been in the house for so long. We are in the living room. Almost one by one we sat down to die of hunger. We don't understand if there is an arrangement for food. As soon as someone whispered this to the uncle, he said angrily, "Have you lost your mind? It is a matter of great sorrow, and you are anxious to eat!" What a shame! What happens if you don't eat one night? Beware, no one in front of me will utter the word of food."

We went silent. A 12-13-year-old girl came and left a betel leaf's vase full of betel leaf. The girl has swollen eyes while crying. Still crying. Uncle said to the girl, "sweet little girl, you don't have to be busy at all. We don't need anything."

One solution to the problem of staying and eating around eight o'clock at night. The locals decided that everyone would take one or two guests to their house. The wedding will be the next afternoon.

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The person who took me was named Sudhakanta Bhowmik. The gentleman will be around sixty years of age. Short man. Tough looking look. Even at this age, he can walk fast. The gentleman is soft-spoken. The hair of the head is pale white. He looks like a sage because he is wrapped in an ocher colour sheet.

I said, " Sir Sudhakanta, how far is your house?"

"Near," he said.

The people of the village and the town have no idea about the distance. Their "proximity" is like Delhi Hanuj's distant existence. I am walking but the path is not ending.

Agrahan month. It is a good winter in the village at this time. A thin Punjabi is on my body. Feeling very cold.

I said again "Brother, how far?"

"Near"

We came close to a river. Frightened, I said, "Do we have to cross the river or not?"

"There is no water, take off your shoes and take them in your hand."

My body burned with anger. I shouldn't have come with this guy. I took off my shoes and rolled up my pyjamas. There may be some joy in crossing the river on foot. I didn't find any joy, just the fear of falling into a deep ditch. However, the river water is quite hot.

Sir SudhaKanto said, "I gave you trouble."

Even with politeness, I should say, "No, what trouble!" I did not say that. I was unfolding my pyjamas after crossing the river, Sir Sudhakanta said, "What is your relationship with the boy?"

"Cousin."

"It's better not to get married. In the morning, explain to everyone."

"Why!"

"The boy died because of the girl. Now it is not right to get married in a hurry. It should be a while. "

"What are you saying!"

"The boy ate poison in the morning. Dhutra seeds. Dutra's are very common in this region."

"What are you saying, brother?"

" The boy's father could have agreed. The boy would have survived. Very stubborn man. His "no" means no."

"Does everyone know about boy-girl love?"

"Why don't they know? This news is not suppressed in the town. It's different in your city. Always happening. "

I feel bad. What a problem! The two of us crossed the rest of the road in silence.

It doesn't feel right to say completely silent. The gentleman was muttering to himself from time to time. Probably reading pishogue.

The gentleman's house is in the middle of the forest. One storey building. Spacious yard. Basil tree in the middle of the yard. Adjacent to the house is two huge Kameni trees. There is a well on one side. The house looks like the Hindu houses, as clean as the picture. Standing in the yard, a feeling of peace of mind came to mind. I said, "Why so quiet? No people at home? "

"No."

"Are you alone?"

"hu (yes)"

"What did you say! Living alone in such a big house! "

"There were a lot of people before. Some died. Some have gone to India. Now I live alone. You take a bath."

"No need to take a bath. If you can get some food, then so be it. "

"It will take some time, I have to get the cooking done."

"Will you cook now?"

"What do you eat if I don't cook? It won't take long. "

The gentleman brought a towel, soap and a water jug and placed them beside the well.

"Take a bath. Having travelled all day, it would be nice to take a bath. Well, the water is very good. Let me, I'm picking up water."

"You don't have to. You'd rather start cooking. Eyes are getting dark due to hunger."

"Wear this lungi. It's washed. This morning I washed it with soda. I have the disease of staying clean again, I can't stand dirt."

It is clear that the gentleman can not stand the filth. He sits in the yard to cook. In the yard, there are two clean earthen stoves. Sir SudhaKanto is sitting in front of the stove. I see dishes, bowls, pots all being washed twice or thrice.

"Sir SudhaKanto?"

" yes."

" Are you married?"

"No."

"Life long bachelor?"

"kind of"

"What do you do?"

"I do the teaching. High school math teacher. Manohardi High School. "

"Do you cook yourself?"

"Yeah, do it myself. I cook one meal a day. I eat rice at one time, and in the morning I eat chira(chira is Flattened and fried rice), fruits. "

"Why not hire a workman?"

"No need."

"The house is empty, is not stolen?"

"No. What will the thief take? I am a poor man. You take a bath. It would be nice to take a bath."

I had no intention of pouring water on my body in the cold in an unfamiliar place. But it seems that Sudhakanta Babu will not leave me without getting wet. The man is probably a patient of OCD.

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