It could have been a LOVE STORY , unless there is no voice from the city's that two people did not start to lose suddenly. It could have been a sweet-looking story, if Jonathan Gomez alias John came back for a long time and kept quiet for a while, then he would say that he was angry, left home after boasting on loved ones, no one else had any behind him. Then the anger, or arrogance, or unpleasant anger on the person, 'Look how I do not feel like cheap theatricality, that man, with great force in the two hands, gripped the rest of his life and said, and you will never leave me. Say, by God's word, by Allah's promise ... and thus the honey can be full of the whole incident. But the story of heart and soul was not so straightforward.
It was a strange day to identify the person with heart. All the previous days and the whole morning, the city was raining like a fountain. The whole sky was playing with jamming as Ustad Alauddin Khan started playing. If such a rain falls, then it is a poem that one reads, once the down-train like rain stopped us in the east. If you read the poem, how would you feel about it, all the time? But there is a chance of romanticism in this city and rain rain? The big roads of the city were drowned in the road divider and sidewalk, and there was a bumpy face of a tree truncated temporarily CNG and two private cars. Office of the dirty black-haired potty pants in the floating water, hands up the hands with shoes, the office-bearers went on to curse the city. And unable to convince a rickshaw puller of Lalmatia standing in the mouth of the carpet, then the head of the heart was torn by the heart, why he could go to school today! The holidays are more than half an hour ago. Oh, the girl feels like looking for a way out of her mother's eyes, like this rain. Hridaya has already made a phone call twice or twice.
The class teacher assured, the kids are all good, and all guardians are late today, what to do, natural disaster, but as soon as possible the parents are better to come, because the school staff must also return home or not? At the end of the heart, he did not clean his feet and walked in this dirty water. Salwar's knee was almost gone, and Orenana kept her hand in her arms, breathed her purse and cellphone, and tried to push the water off her breath. In the meantime, a passing car rammed through the water and soaked the water, and the pedestrians smuggled in the face and said that the passenger was missing. Just phone from school at the moment. Tuktuki is really crying away from the throat! The heart took a lot of drills, the phone. Not a class teacher on the other side, a serious voice, 'I'm calling Chris's father.'
Chris Tuckouty's class. Know the heart, okay. 'What has happened?' Heart pressed questions about anxiety, suspicion and panic.
Your daughter is crying very much. How far are you
The tears of the heart get, 'I can not go far away from home. Not getting rickshaw-tossing. Give a little bit, please?
The person next time says this, 'I am giving. But I can reach him. If you said so. I will also go to Dhanmondi.
The heart is frustrated. Do not believe the stranger can believe it. As small as a child, there is only a small girl. And in this city six-year-old girl is not safe, all mother knows. The person says, 'You talked to him, then you got the doubt of heart. He told Chris to let him go. Chris and his hands hold tight.
Hearty mind fixes. It seems that he can not reach school in two hours. In that case there is no speed without taking help from the man. Thus, on the first day of identification, the heart has confidence in people. After a long time, he thinks there is someone on the planet that he can trust. She feels good, feels uncomfortable. And this kind of goodness and discomfort - in the next two days the compounding rate continued to grow. Long-hearted hearts keep on thinking that it is not bad to have one of them in the world. Life is very much in control.
However, on that day, Chris reached the Dhanmondi from Lalmatia crossing the same sea level with lots of trouble with Chris and Tuktuki. The headache of heartlessness and tears were repeatedly thanked John. She also forgot to invite a cup of tea to enjoy the return of the girl. From then on, every time the school gate was seen, they went on smiling and said they were talking. Then gradually increase the rate of interest. Chris and John were also invited to Pittagir's birthday in the pizza shop. When the children were busy playing play-corner, they asked about each other's life. Chris's mother was German. Identity and marriage with people in Germany They come to Bangladesh and have children. Then Chris's mother falls into a difficult condition. Non Hajkin's Lymphoma One year after his suffering, he died. Heartland also tells her story. At a young age, Arif was married to Arif, a year after the marriage of a tuckety, then Arif's unemployment, change, drug addiction, divorces, and marriage at the end of the marriage did not persist with the parents, and do not return to the parents, and with the girl the story of the life of single mother in Dhaka city -Nothing is excluded. Since then, when they get time, they send a lot of messages to the phone, when they do not wake up at night, chat on Facebook, on their holiday, to enjoy their children, they go somewhere around the stools, and in this way a love story begins to match the stalks in this cruel town, merciless.
This is the story of that time, when you open the pages of the newspaper, you will see the terrible trafficking of people fleeing the world, while the United States is determined to be "great", when people die due to conflict between cattle and pigs, because when children thrown into the fire to rape mothers Being thrown out of the bus or moving bus is being thrown into the salon, to curse the self. Father did not. What surprises is that even when the mandate to write a love story comes from the editors, we still want to write down the story of love with the person or the heart, and look forward to the happiness and hope of the sweet love story of two and lonely people living in this weird town. At one such time, one day, in this city, after a long time passed, physicist Jonathan Gomes told Chris, a six-year old boy who lost his mother on Christmas Day, on the start of Christmas holidays, "If we go anywhere with tuktukis on this holiday, Cox's Bazar or Sylhet, How do you say?
The boy became very happy at the proposal. Tuktuki is the 'best friend' of her school, and she can understand quite well that she is becoming the 'best friend' of Tuktuki's mother; Then the best friends, this year's holiday will be great. She wants to inform the cook in the phone at the moment, but the father forbids him to let him know now. Said, 'In the evening we will go to their house with cake and chocolate, how? Then all plans will be done. "Jonathan Gomez went out to buy cakes and chocolates. That goes, and does not return. It is not said in this strange town that he suddenly disappeared for a day.
In the next few days, in the office of the Special Intelligence Agency, the heart repeatedly remembers the woman whose child was thrown into the fire and she was repeatedly raped in front of all.
'What did you talk about Mr. Gomes at midnight? Who is your daughter's father Where is the mother of Mr. Gomez? What is the relationship of this Christian family with you? Why did you make Sylhet train ticket together? Have you been converted? Do you think it is the work of a religious terrorist group? Gomez threatened someone? Do you have your physical relation with him? Is your former husband or your family involved in any way? Why was your divorce? Is your child's father Gomes? Are you his guardian ...? '
Etc. and after answering various questions, the heart is sitting in a sofa with two scared children coming back home after crashing, suddenly, in distress. Despite the request of heart, Chris took the police to their custody. Police raided his laptop, cellphone and house and took books to book. Two journalists sit under his flat like Nasodabandar, day after day. The CID officer said that without the permission of police, heart can not leave anywhere else in the city. When everyone saw him in his heart office, suddenly he began to pay extra attention to the work of silence. And the school changed the school to a different school, because the guardians in front of the school looked like they were the prostitutes of the park. Then the week has passed, the month goes. The police and journalists were once again reduced to work. More new people in this city continue to disappear regularly. No more new women were raped. How many more newborns are homeless, how many more families are migratory migrants? For years, monsoon comes again. Again in the city of Rain, like the Eastiston's down train. Once again, the gateway sank, the children again trapped in the school, and now the people cheated the city. But the story of heart remains unfinished. The hope of seeing the end of the story is not fulfilled. The story could have been a love story.