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04-02-2022
It has been raining since early morning. The sound of rain on tin rice has created a strange intoxication. I am lying on the bed relaxed, with strange laziness all over my body covered in a Blanket. Feeling like a slight fever. It is half-past six in the morning. I pointed my thumb at the rustling warning of the alarm clock which was torn by the sound of rain and said, I will sleep.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw a lonely paved road passing through rows and rows of dense jute fields. A mud house tea shop under a big almond tree. The sky is black and it is raining and the inside of the shop is dark now. I look out the window from the gray darkness inside and the intense green outside. There is no one around. Just jute fields all around and a strangely beautiful smell of wet soil.
Suddenly it got very cold. When I met his eyes, I saw that my mother had come and touched my forehead. Said, the body has a fever? Will I be out again today?
My mother had strange laziness in her words. I said - no, I will not go out.
I fell asleep holding my mother's hand. Today I think I have a lot of delirium in my sleep. In the dream, I think I went back to the past. Some favorite faces, some memories!
For a while, life was full of strange boundlessness. Often at night, I would try to find out who was in the middle of the fast-moving car and lost time. The faster the speed, the deeper the memory, the more the philosophy of life is found. We shouted, sang, recited, drank water. Because even though water is another name for life, it was not as bitter as the life of destiny.
We have shown the thumbs up forever to the separation. Yet sometimes in the middle of the night, we would be defeated by the strong waves on the banks of a river. I wanted to learn something from the waves. I wanted to know something! Maybe I was looking for myself in the white foam at the head of the wave.
