যখন আমরা মেয়েরা খুব অসহায় হয়ে যাই
পরিবারের কারণে যে মানুষটাকে আমি ছেড়ে চলে এসেছিলাম,শুনেছি সে নাকি নিকোটিনের ধোয়ায় রোজ আমাকে উড়ায়।
When we girls become very helpless
The man I left because of my family, I heard he blows me every day with nicotine. He hates me, spits on me, and calls me dishonest. I had a family with the man who handed me over to me, but the love did not happen. We talk about the world, we spend the night under the same roof, we sleep side by side on the pillow, our house also lights up, but it is not necessary to make love. . We go from month to month, but we do not know who we are. We do not see the sky together, we do not walk together by touching our fingers, we do not hang out while blowing on a cup of tea on a rainy evening or reminiscing on someone’s shoulder. The head is not kept. I don’t have any chest to hide my face in a very bad mood. No one puts a hand on my forehead due to severe headache. A handful of paracetamol instead of hands. But the man with the sex knife every night like a morgue corpse showing a valid relationship certificate. He bites me, drinks my blood, pushes me aside when my thirst is quenched. I feel disgusted then. I cry but there is no sound of crying. Boba jumps into the cornice of her crying eyes Suicide in the dark. Whose news no one will ever know. I swallowed the sigh that wanted to come out like vomiting in the heart. Then I sew myself clean. As if nothing happened, nothing! Thirty-two teeth came out as usual and stood in front of everyone smiling. What a happy smile I am! It’s like I’m a different person! The inside is untidy but the outside is tidy! Expensive sari, big house, heavy jewelry! How happy I am! How happy the family is! What else does it take to be happy? But no one can see that my breath is stopped by the weight of this expensive sari, big house and heavy jewelery. The smell of the cheetah that burns me every day against my will may never reach anyone’s nose. Because if one could understand the smell of burning heart, love would not be measured by the criteria of merit. Yet I am a woman. I can do everything. I have to be able to. If you accept this word in your mind and accept it and accept it, the rest of your life will be cut short. Because of family and society, many lovers have been the wives of others in the ages, but no wife has ever been the lover of others. Thousands of Belabors, like Anjan Dutt’s Belabos, have sacrificed themselves only for the sake of family and society, but still live with the title of dishonest. Anjan Dutt may not even know that.
