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Each of us drifts in favor of one current. It is our life changing current.
Various activities are being done on the way. Sometimes we are confused
by joy and sometimes by pain. People’s love and kindness has lit the lights
inside the heart. Sometimes people’s contemptuous and violent attitude
burns us. In this way we’re moving forward. On the way we were losing some very
dear things, like plants, animals, sports of childhood from our life. I have realized
these things practically. I don’t know how much I was able to convey through
writing. Humans live with some reforms superstition’s. Here are some beautiful
things mentioned. I hope you will accept the nicest one. This is an entertainment
book. Please don’t look in different ways. If you get some

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Publié par	Balboa Press
Date de parution	07 juin 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9798765239629
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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PROFULLO SEN

Copyright © 2023 Profullo Sen.

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ISBN: 979-8-7652-3961-2 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-3962-9 (e)

Balboa Press rev. date: 06/06/2023
Contents
Shomen Performance of Job
Went Out for the Evening Walk
Visit to Village Home
Introduce Myself
Village Game
The Rainy Season Arrived
The Friendship of Color Play
Chitra Came to Meet Aloka
The Guest House
Seasons are About to Change
Affected by Alkushi
Srijita Dissatisfied
Father History
A Little Group of Boys
A Incident of Catching Crabs
Aloka Cooks Delicious Food
Shomen’s School Change
Meet Meher Uddin
Village Activity
Ghost Story
Diversity of Seasons
Fishing Hobby
Anik’s Discussion with Shomen
Some of Work and Some of Feeling
On A Rainy Day
Invitation of Chitra
Familiar with Visakha
Relief from Depression
Work with Farming
An Unexpected Situation
A Robbery in a Day
Existing Extortionists
Correspondence
My Unemployment Life
Familiar with New Friend
Introduce with Mr Atrick
Some of Boring Work
An Unexpected Incident
Shomen’s House
The Employees Expectations
Rasu Got Catch by Police
Some Events of Chitra’s
Shova’s Misunderstanding
Shomen Built a New House
Went to Vacation
Return to Work
Rasu Became Changed
Rasu Got Freedom
Marriage Proposal
The Marriage Festival
Shomen Performance of Job
MY RETIREMENT FROM WORK WAS approaching several years ago. But it seems that my retirement time is so behind. The age of paper has expired. But the responsibility has not expired now. I don’t have time to rest. When I am employed by this company. Then I have a day off, holy days. I used to get vacation. I used to visit different places in the country. My life was free from stress, when I returned home from my work. I took a shower, eat my dinner. And I used to get sound sleep. My classmate, my former co- workers friend, is retired now. When they are retired from the job. Then I’m involved with a big responsibility. The company has to maintain myself.
It would be wrong to say that I didn’t get a chance. I had to get a big loss to take a little rest. I had to stay awake. If I was absent from the office in a day. Next day lots of files and work deposits were on the table. A lot of important tasks are pending for me. When I reached the office, A lot of work pressure made me impatient. I don’t have time to take a break. Reluctance to give responsibility to someone. I don’t know what wrong would be made! A doubt remains in mind. A malaise continues to work in the mind. I can’t sleep peacefully. Because I have faced this problem many times. I have to lose the business. My heart and soul tried to release me from the work. But one work after another is entangling me like a snake.
It is not that there is no joy in work. This joy is extremely different. Many people work under me. They respect me enough. People earn their living by working here. Their children are raised depending on this income. They work here and I give them their due. I provide them all the facilities, as per the company rules. There is more joy in giving than receiving. When I was an employee. Then I didn’t understand it. I wouldn’t have understood, if I wasn’t where I am today. Being sympathetic to people, and giving something is enjoyable. If there is no desire to get it back. I chased after money a lot. Today my money, house, car, factory is all done. But I didn’t think about retirement.
Everyone is busy with centering their own territory. We are constantly running into an attraction. At the end of the day we are returning home after work. We are cycling by coming and going. The session is gradually cycling. The summer, Rain, Autumn, Late Autumn, winter and spring. The season’s come and show their glory and depart again. How many different forms are revealed in nature? No one remembers it, no one does. The humming noise of the machine, and the busyness of work made me anxious. I understand human needs don’t end in life. I wanted to get some relief from the monotony of life. I began to recall some memories of the day. I gave all responsibilities to my son Sanbheer, and the general manager. I explained the responsibility to my son. Later I left for the village with my wife.
When I reached my village. It was just morning. I went to the Aloka’s house. Because my house Haru keeps the door key to Aloka. The people of the village are starting to wake up. Hearing about my arrival, the villagers started to come. It is like organizing a festival around my arrival. It seemed that the sheltered boy of the day had become the guardian of all. Some teenage boys were seeking shelter from me. The sun had started to shine all around. A gentle spring breeze is blowing. Springtime prevails in nature. The charming weather is all over the country. But I was fleeing very gloomy at the moment. A group of unknown faces are around me. I heard from them. Many of those with whom I used to play are no longer alive today. All of them are under teenagers. They are very curious to see me. All of them know me. But I don’t know their identity at all. I left the village before they were born. They heard my name from their parents.
The villagers never call senior people by name. They believe it is disrespectful to call by the name of senior people. They are called senior people by relation. So some call me Pisha, some one Mama and some one Kaka (Father’s sister’s husband is called Pisha, mother’s brother is called Mama, Father’s younger brother is called kaka. Elder sister or sister related girls are called Didi and older brother or brother related men are called Dada) When they tell their father’s name. Then I was able to recognize the boys and their family.
In the meantime Aloka came outside of the house. I went directly to Aloka’s house. Because Haru keeps my house key to Aloka. If he goes to an emergency visit somewhere else. She was very excited to see me. She called my name “Shomen, how are you? Please come inside the house?” When Aloka calls me in an orderly manner by my name. I thought I was still the little one back then. After so many days, her call mixed with love and discipline charmed me. Her call was sweeter than honey and started ringing in the ears. I forgot, I’m a big boss in my office. I went into the room like a little boy without hesitation. My wife followed me without saying a word. How people bow down to me in the office and factory. But I bowed down to Aloka in devotion and respect. What a strange life people really have. No matter how powerful or rich a person is! Somewhere he is very big. And somewhere he remains a very small person.
Aloka asked us to come clean from the birth room. After I finished the birth room work, I went back to my room. Chitra went to shower. Aloka brought the breakfast for us. But Chitra is still in the shower room. Aloka said, Shomen, you take your breakfast. When Chitra finishes her shower. We will eat together. We started to eat our breakfast. After finishing our breakfast. We were taking some rest. The neighbors came to see me, then I went out without rest. Chitra liked to stay at home. So I was left alone with them.
Went Out for the Evening Walk
I FELT BORED SITTING IN the house. So I came out from our house to visit the surrounding area. A young man appeared to us. He looks like thirty to thirty five years older. The man told us good afternoon with great respect. Before I asked for his identification. The young man was starting to tell his identity. The young man’s name is Ratan. He is the eldest son of Rasu. The reader will know about Rasu later. Rasu came to know about my arrival in Shailotali.
I asked Ratan, “how is your father”?
Ratan said, “he is nice. He always tells us your name. Today when he listened you have arrived. He sent me to your home. So I came here to meet with you. My father invited you to visit our home.”
I went to Rasu’s house. Now he is a very successful man.
Rasu asked me, “when I will come to the village. He asked m