The strange dreamy days of my childhood were spent in Bangladesh .One of the many reasons why Bangaladesh Day is so joyful is the release from the pain of school. There is no school there. So there is no pain in studying. We live in the mansion of a Great King , the owner of which has recently left the country for India. The house has come to the hands of the government of Pakistan. Our accommodation is on one floor of King's huge and ancient house. The second floor is locked. Not only the two floors, but all but a few rooms were locked because the King did not take any belongings. Keeping his belongings in those rooms.I do not know the name of that King . I asked my mother, she couldn't tell either. However, numerous proofs that he was very powerful are scattered in this house. House in the woods.He had his own generator to provide electricity in that house. A mini size printing press for printing invitation letters .
. I have heard my father say many times - one has to be impressed by King's taste. Oh, how many books! What a variety of books. The evenings were no less exciting. Every day, father would say with a gun on his shoulder - let's go for a walk in the forest. on the shoulder The reason for taking the gun is that tigers often come out. Especially leopards. I used to walk in the forest with my father till evening. I used to return tired at night. Before eating rice, his eyes would close in sleep. How many strange sounds came from the forest. I was shaking with joy and fear.
One day I got a fever with shivering. Both parents' mouths went dry - not a good sign. Definitely malaria. Malaria was notorious in the region at the time. Once someone was caught, his life force was completely drained.Death from malaria was a casual affair. We are taking five grains of quinine every Sunday in addition to biochemical medicine as an antidote. Why will you catch malaria even after that? My father started trying to get transferred from this terrible place. I was heartbroken to hear. Such a beautiful place, such a wonderful life - where to leave these? Even if I die of malaria, I will die here. Moreover, I really liked the malaria disease. When the fever comes, what a severe cold! A kind of obsession is probably created in the body for winter. As the fever progresses, everything in front of the eye becomes smaller in size. It looks very strange. Sometimes I feel like a giant. What an amazing feeling!
Not only I, but all our siblings took turns getting fever. As one recovers from fever, the other falls into fever. Fever is very regular. We all know when a fever will strike. At that time, I wrapped myself in a blanket and went to bed early. Every morning, the three siblings sit on the roof of the Rajbari temple and bask in the sun. Bengal tiger accompanies us this time. Bengal Tiger is the name of our dog.No, not our dog, the Maharaja's dog. He had many dogs. He took them all, but could not take this dog. He did not agree to leave the palace.
Mother gives him food twice a day. He does not eat if food is poured on the ground. It has to be done in a dish. Not only that, after giving food he has to say to his mouth - eat. Khandani dog. Manners are very good. But he is overpowered by age. He sleeps in front of the house all day. Yawned, languidly waited for death.
About one morning. I have chills and fever. I am sitting on the temple mat with a blanket on me. Charlie and Donny with me.Mother came and sat Sam (my younger brother) between us. Our duty is to keep an eye on him so that he does not crawl and fall off the couch.After mom left I looked back with a hissing sound. I was not mentally prepared for the sight I saw. A huge cute snake is coming out through the closed door of the temple. It touches the ground. Lifting the hood, looking around, touching the ground again, lifting the hood again. We three siblings got knocked out. Sam sat alone, his joy boundless at the sight of the snake.He is trying to move towards the snake. And then the Bengal tiger jumped on the snake. The incident happened so fast that we did not understand what was happening for a few moments.Once I saw that the dog had bitten the snake's hood. Bengal tiger is going back to its place. As if nothing happened. He finished his usual activities. I don't know if the snake got a chance to bite the dog or not. Probably not bitten. Because the dog survived, but stopped moving completely.
Two more days passed. The dog is rotting before his eyes. It's hard to bear his whining. The stench of rotting flesh is coming from the body. Dad called my mom and said, I can't bear this pain. You take out the gun and give it to me.
Dad shot the dog twice in quick succession in front of us. I could clearly see the father curled up in pain.But he said in a calm voice, I shot him who saved my son's life. This is called destiny.But father seemed to me to be one of the cruelest people in the world. I couldn't understand how he could do such a thing.In anger, sadness and pride, I went to bed without eating rice at night. Dad called me and sat me on the balcony.The two are sitting quietly. Darkness all around. Takshak is calling. Strange sounds are coming from the wind in the mango forest around the house.Dad said nothing. Maybe he had many things in mind. He could not express his feelings. Once he said, go to sleep.
I did not understand that day why the father killed the dog like this!
The dog made a deep impression on me.