After saying goodbye to a Saber, Kanak wandered around alone for a while, confused.
Random, aimless steps, as if his body had no control over his feet.
It was midday. The traffic on the streets had also decreased. Occasionally, there were the honking and creaking sounds of buses and rickshaws. The bus helper stood leaning and calling out to passengers. There were hardly any pedestrians on foot.
The scorching summer sun was beating down on his head. It was not possible to walk on the streets for long. He got thirsty. Sweat started pouring down. The shirt he was wearing was soaked with sweat. His tired body did not want to move any further. He was looking for rest.
Kanak was wearing faded blue jeans, a white full-sleeved shirt. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. He was wearing leather sandals worth nine and a half hundred taka. His hair was messy, but not rough at all. There was an unnecessary nobility to his appearance and a cheap beauty that came from his lineage, which would have suited his life better if it weren't for him. He didn't need these two or three people passing by, looking at him with their eyes wide open, observing him with all their might, and harboring an unknown curiosity about him... He didn't need them at all. On the contrary, if he had been a plain young man with a rough, unattractive appearance, he could have blended in with the crowd today. He wouldn't have had to worry unnecessarily about his own existence.