The call of the crickets is coming from the forest in front, isn't there a smell, Tinni tried to sniff well, hey, that wild smell of Chatim is so hot. Tinnie was born and raised in this town of Mooseball, now in New Jersey; Yet some days of the year are spent here. My parents are dead, my grandfather is no longer here. Still, what is the pull, what is the expectation that Tinni comes running. This time his mind seems to be more restless. A name 'Ratul' came up with a twist in the chest, studying together, growing up. Tinni went to the research and Ratul was in the NDA, the two of them were on the way to the outcome given, both the houses were happy about it, the wedding day was also right. What happened next was that Ratul was part of the Army team that went to Afghanistan on behalf of the Indian government. Ratul disappeared one day in the midst of a Taliban battle with the government. Many letters were circulated, many searches were done but no news of Ratul was found. Everyone assumed that Ratul was no more. Tinnie found it hard to concentrate here, necessarily moving to New Jersey with a scholarship. He is now a professor there. No, he didn't have a family anymore. Tinni comes back to her birthplace again and again, remembering the days she spent with Ratul, wandering around all those places. Bahar takes good care of his grandmother. Arranges dinner with bread, chicken soup but she is gone. And after a total of two days, I have to go back to that distant city. Tinni got up a little early in the morning, wanting to go to the little old temple today. After drinking tea, he packed himself up and left. The temple is surrounded by jungle, while talking to Grandmother in the attic of the temple, Tinni saw a vagabond looking for something in his mind. Grandmother said, she has been seen in this area for five years. Tinni saw for the first time today, she went to the man with the offerings of Bhog, Oma turned the head of the same Tinni, behind the beard and mustache that is his Ratul. The impression of long-term carelessness is clear, his head is not right, his name seems to be indistinct. At the time of the roar of the clouds
The rain of El Ashar, as if to wash away the accumulated tears of Tinni. With the help of Grandmother, Tinni brought Ratul to the guesthouse. It seemed that Ratul did not recognize him properly. After many treatments, many mental hospitals, Tinni got Ratul back. But Ratul never remembered the time of his disappearance. Tinni has returned to Kolkata permanently after settling in New Jersey, her Ratul is now with her, in her own, safe haven.
In that abandoned life, he hid all the thoughts of his mind which are his unfinished heart words.
It came to life at the touch of Ratul. In the New Year's water, fresh
Hillole is playing it at the end of all the wait on the young leaves.