I was doing Sehri in the morning with my husband when someone knocked on the door. I kept the glass of water and asked Sajeet to open the door. But seeing that she had not finished eating, I got up and opened the door to see my girlfriend standing on the other side of the door with her little daughter. The saree is messy, the hair on the head is not right. There is something black like blood on both dry lips. There are still drops of water on the swollen eyelids. It seems that a cyclone has passed over him. It hurt me to see him like this. That girl was once a class of thousands of boys. I can't imagine what happened to him today. I felt that I could feel her pain. A few drops of water fell from my eyes without my knowledge. I hugged her quickly and cried. In return Tanni smiled very dirty. Sajeet came up after hearing my cry. He is looking at us curiously. I wiped my tears and took her inside and let her sit on the chair and said, "Where have you been all this time? I looked for you a lot but I couldn't find you. Your sister changed her house and came back disappointed. Now tell me how did you find my house with the baby so late?" I stopped saying the words altogether. Tanni is my childhood friend. Studied together till secondary school. His parents did not have parents, he studied from his elder sister's house. The girl looked as sweet as her behavior was beautiful. Her brother-in-law married her off after her secondary exams to live in her elder sister's house. He was smarter than me. He could have done something better if he had received support to continue his studies. However, they never met after her marriage. Meeting today after almost eight years. Tanni's words broke my mind,
> Feeling very tired. They hit me hard. You know, I miss you and your parents very much. Why did my parents leave me without taking me with them? He could have taken it with him. My ears are rotten listening to the words.
Saying the words, the girl cried. I don't know what to say to console him. There was no point in wasting the girl's life like this. Tanni started saying again,
> I am an orphan, what is my fault? There are no people to pay money for inquiries. Big Apa can only call occasionally to check, never want to bring me out of that hell for two days. So I came with freedom at once. Will you let me stay for a while?
> You stay as long as you want. I and Sajeet will help you.
> I want to sleep a little. Haven't slept peacefully for a long time.
> Well let's go. Tanni give your baby to me, I am keeping.
> If the mother doesn't have it, it will go up. Then it will be very annoying.
After saying this, Tanni quietly went to the room behind me and slept. Leaving her, I came back to Sajeet and saw that the dining room light was off. I was very upset. The man has no sense. Seeing that I went to keep the girl, Omni has closed the line. Moreover, the table is not set yet. Food is spread. Thinking about that I turned on the light and went to the table and saw that all the food was arranged on the table and nothing was eaten. But I remember we finished eating them some time ago. What a strange thing. Thinking the words, I went to the room and saw Sajeet sleeping with his nose. As soon as I woke him up by pushing him, he quickly sat up and said, Nilu Sehri, what happened? What time is it? I was surprised to hear the man's words. I looked at the wall clock and saw that it was forty minutes past two. I don't understand what is happening to me. Seeing me quietly, Sajet said, "Maharani, are you thinking so much? Let's eat." I ran to the next room without answering his words and saw an empty bed. There was no one there. How did it rise in my chest? Fear, curiosity, and panic gripped me. I could not stand there and came to the room. The next day my friend Tamal called and said, "You know Tanni died yesterday. Her daughter was also with her. Everyone is saying that Tanni committed suicide by killing her daughter. But I think her husband did all this. I am going to their house. We will talk later." I put the phone down and sat down. The girl was in pain but I could not do anything. Maybe the words of my own pain came to me.
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