On January 3rd, at 1:30 PM, the lenses of my new glasses suddenly became blurry. A minute or two later, when the situation started to become unbearable, everything was back to normal. But after a long search, I couldn't find one thing on the table. The thing was very small, a stone paperweight, a thick round wheel of green and black granite, with a Buddhist thunderbolt symbol in relief in the middle. Paperweights are no longer in fashion these days, but someone gave it to me. I kept it as a memento of her, whatever it was worth to me. I felt bad after losing it.
There is another memento in my office cupboard, a ring she gave me, set with green and black stones from Darjeeling. There was a necklace of the same stone with the ring, which I gave to her. No one knows about these things. Not my mother, not even Srabanti.
I opened the cupboard and saw that the ring was still there. But there was no trace of the other thing! What should I do? Where else did I go? I couldn't find any food. I focused on work. However, the discomfort and regret remained in my mind.
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On my way back from the office, I stopped by Amimia's shop. It felt like I hadn't eaten their kebabs in a long time. The best medicine to satisfy my mental deficiency is to drink water. I went in and ate some myself, and took some home too. As I thought, my mind got better on its own.
After returning home, everyone was happy to see that I had brought kebabs and parathas. Especially Srabanti, she loves them very much. Poor thing!
kebab
After returning home, everyone was happy to see that I had brought kebabs and parathas
I left at 3 and came back at 5. Yesterday, the same thing happened again at the same time. The lenses of my glasses got blurry, and I couldn't wipe them off or open them even after trying. It felt like someone was holding the glasses on my face. After a minute or two, everything became clear again. Then I saw the lost thing sitting right where it was.
What a feeling. I got up and opened the cupboard and saw that the ring was gone. This time I didn't feel the need to go to the trouble of searching anymore. I don't know why, but I knew for sure that there was no point in finding it.
What was going on? There was no way to talk to anyone about it. No one would believe me. But more importantly, I didn't want to tell anyone about the things. How I felt cornered!
I couldn't concentrate on work anymore. I sent a message to Mr. Adhikari on his phone and said, I feel unwell, I will finish the rest of the website design work at home by tonight. He has no problem with these. Besides, he trusts me. He immediately replied, "No problem."
When I got out, I realized that today I wouldn't be able to just give him food, I would need stronger medicine. There were a few bars near the office, but when I left there, there was a chance that someone from the office would notice me. So I took a taxi to a bar between the office and my house.
When I left, it was seven in the evening. It was a little late. Besides, I smelled of alcohol. Okay, I'll tell you at home that a big deal went through at the office, so there was a party. Only then will everything be fine. Mom will probably say, "That's a little less delicious", Srabanti will say, "He understands, Mom." That's it.
hazy spectacle
The lenses of my new glasses suddenly became blurry
I used to sleep well at night, but last night I had a bad dream. I saw that I was lying on a double bed in a wooden house. The look of the house reminded me of a homestay in the hilly area. Looking out the window, I thought that something else was hanging instead of a curtain. I got out of bed and went closer. I saw a severed hand. This plump, fair hand is familiar to me. Cut, but not a drop of blood anywhere, just like a graphic cut and paste.
Looking to the other side, I saw another hand hanging from the window on that side. While searching here and there like a madman, my eyes fell under the bed, and I saw two white legs cut off below the knees, as if they were arranged.
On the pillow next to me in bed, there is a head, a loose layer of hair but no nose, ears, eyes or lips. Plump and fair as an egg. Slowly, lips, ears, nose, and finally two swollen eyes appeared on that face. I know this face very well, I want to forget it.
Slowly, my eyelids trembled. Now it will open, it will look at me. Just then, I woke up and saw that my whole body was soaked in sweat. I woke up and saw that Srabanti was looking at me anxiously. I said, “Everything is fine. I was having a bad dream. Go to sleep.”
Sleeping uneasily
I used to sleep well at night, but last night I had a bad dream
The same thing happened again at 1:30 in the office. This time everything became clear when, upon opening the cupboard, I saw that the ring and the necklace were there. I took both of them in my hand and looked at them. They were slightly warm like newly opened jewelry. I automatically brought the two things to my nose. A very faint fragrance mixed with a burnt smell. Something was wrong with my body.
How is he coming? Why is he coming? Why hasn't he come for so long? Where was he? Where is he now? I don't want to know. I don't want to know anything. That life is over. This is my life now.
I feel like I've taken on too much work. The resorts will be a little empty before the week of January 23rd. The two of us quickly spent a weekend in the Ayodhya hills. I figured out in my mind that an agent I know has a good place.
On Friday, we reached the resort in the light of the bride's wedding. The top of the hill on the other side was starting to turn black and the roofs of the resort's houses were shining in the evening light. As I thought, there were almost no people at that time, there was no one else on either side of our cottage. Srabanti was very happy.
It was going great until Saturday afternoon. I went out for a walk around the area alone once in the afternoon. He had caught Srabanti in a daze, so he slept at home. As soon as he returned, he rushed out and said, "Tell the manager right away, I will complain about the cottage next door. A rude girl has come, standing at the window.
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