(Midnight train and lonely love)

8 p.m. Laksam Railway Junction. Muhin is standing on a platform. A Benson cigarette in hand. He is smoking a cigarette for a long time and he is looking back and forth. Seeing him, it seems that he is in great danger, so Viru is looking here and there in the hope of help. There was light rain a little while ago. There is no rain now. Black clouds in the sky and the full moon play hide and seek. Not far from the station are vast crop fields and swamps. What a wonderful way to screw people over. And like all stations, this station has a lot of noise. There are two or three trains standing in different lines. The station is abuzz with the noise of hawkers. Muhin likes the yellow light of the station very much. Muhin feels as if he is in a trance. He leaned forward towards an iron bench. Muhin is not old. Only 24 years. He is a sailor by profession. Employed on sea-going merchant ships. He came to the country on holiday. He has decided to spend a full 3 months holiday in the country this time. Muhin is a rascal type boy. He doesn't know exactly what to do. Everything was fine this morning. Who knows what he thought in the afternoon - suddenly told his mother that he will not return home tonight. Stay at a friend's house. Then straight from home to the station. He himself does not know why he will go. Today he suddenly thought let's go out a little. That goes in both directions. Muhin is so crazy! It is not clear to him why he sometimes does this madness. Maybe he has some pain in his mind or he has some anger which gives him more pain than pain. He sat on the iron bench with his feet on the floor. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket and grabbed another cigarette. Then he looked at the people around him with bored eyes. An intercity train stops on a line. I think I will leave after a while. Passengers are slowly getting on the train. Someone is standing by the door. Someone is getting off the train and smoking a cigarette on this occasion. Hawkers go to the train window and shout - "Eat this cake, drink water"! Today it seems people are less on the train. Of course it should be less. Today is a day in the middle of the week. Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays are more crowded - the other days of the week are a little less crowded. Today is such a day. It is good to see the life journey of different people in Muhin. This is a fakir sitting on the bench next to him and eating bidi in his mind - he also likes to see it, he also likes to see a teenage boy selling water with a gallon of water in his hand. What a strange human life. He is tired of the so-called polite society. If only Muhin could have spent some time with these people! Ish !! Muhin is looking at the way of life of these people with fascinated eyes. Suddenly Muhin's thoughts were cut off in a sweet tone. -Brother, listen a little. Muhin looked at a girl! Hmmm. It would be wrong for Muhin to say only girl. It must be said that a girl who has an impossible kind of maya on her face. Two eyes filled with kajal like a frightened deer. The thinker Muhin is staring at the girl. It is against Muhin's nature to look at girls like this, but in this strange environment, he seems to remember the girl very much. The girl said again, "Brother, don't listen." -Oh yes, sorry. Tell me what you want to know. Muhin replied a little unprepared. The girl said, "Brother, there are two trains here." I don't understand which train. I got off the train and went for a walk. Muhin said- well. This is not a problem. Remember the name of your train? The girl shook her head loudly and said- Hmm. Meghna Express. Muhin laughed and said, "Hey, why are you shaking your head so loudly?" The head will be torn off. The girl said- what should I do brother. That's what happens to me when I'm scared. Muhin laughed again and said- Hey, what is there to be afraid of? There are two trains here. If one is not sure the other. Wait, I'll see. Come with me. Muhin stood up. Then he started walking towards a train. The girl is also following him. The poor thing seems a little scared. So Muhin is walking behind the body. Muhin wondered why - the girl gently grabbed a corner of his shirt. The girl may be thinking that the girl will be lost. Is there anything in Muhin's face that makes everyone believe him as soon as they see him? As this girl did. This thing makes Muhin feel very bad. People trust him so much that Muhin can't break anyone's trust if he wants to. Those who have believed in Muhin have not lost the faith of anyone Muhin, yet why everyone breaks the faith of Muhin? Muhin approached a train and asked a gentleman, "Brother, is this the Meghna Express?" The man did not turn his head and said- Yes, where will you go? Muhin did not answer the man and turned to the girl and asked- how many bogies do you remember? The girl said in a helpless voice- no. But there will be a bogie in the middle. Muhin's mood was very bad. Said- Didn't you see the weird ticket? Why did you get in the car without knowing it? The girl said in a hushed voice- are you threatening me? I didn't get a ticket. My girlfriend bought the ticket. We are going home together. He is in the train seat. Muhin said- so you will not see a little ticket? Well, let's find your girlfriend. Then the two got on the train. Wow! From the outside it seemed that the train was less crowded. Now it turns out that the crowd is not bad. Muhin and the girl went upstairs to a room. So they moved from the front of the train to the back. Wow! The girl did not hold her shirt this time. Soja grabbed Muhin's hand tightly. Where did so much energy come from in this slim body? This is how I understand when I am in danger! How many days later a girl grabbed Muhin's hand? Muhin felt a sadness when he remembered the girl who held Muhin's hand with so much love. With a little trouble - not a little. Muhin felt a lot of pain. As soon as she entered a carriage, the girl grabbed Muhin's hand, shouted and ran towards a girl and hugged her. Muhin realized that it was the girl's girlfriend. The girlfriend seems a little intelligent. Muhin said to his girlfriend- your friend was lost here today. Why leave such a stupid girl alone? The intelligent girlfriend realized that it was Muhin who helped her find the train. The girl laughed and said- lost and did well. If not, where would he meet you? God! Absolutely ready answer. Muhin became unprepared. The lost girl also became more unprepared. The girl who lost a killer girl on the back of her girlfriend said- Yah! You always understand a little more. The intelligent girlfriend said- I understand exactly what I mean. Hmm brother. He certainly did not say his name. Anyway, her name is Barsha and I am Nitu. We study together at a varsity. Our house is somewhere. Going home on vacation. Introduce yourself immediately this time - otherwise the train will leave after a while. God. Girl full bullet. Muhin introduced himself and said- you are well. I go. Muhin said goodbye and got off the train. As he was leaving, the Nitu girl called from the window from behind - brother listened a little. Muhin went to the window. The girl said- brother, I will never see you again. You can take our phone number if you want. Muhin looked up and saw the rain girl peeking out from behind Nitu. Not wanting to come forward ashamed. Muhin said- what do you need? Don't stay. Will definitely meet again if alive. Nitu was disappointed. He said- OK brother. You'll be fine. Muhin said- you will be fine too. The train's whistle blew. Muhin's mind suddenly filled with sadness. The two girls will leave now. And maybe he will never meet them again. Yet what a strange tension he is feeling for the girl! But he is not revealing. The train began to move slowly. Barsha also came and stood by the window with Nitu. Muhin saw a longing in the girl's eyes. The train has gone some distance. Barsha is looking at Muhin through the window of the train. The train started moving faster. Muhin saw the girl waving her hand through the window. Muhin waved his hand in response. The girl's train was once lost in the dark. Still, Muhin is looking at that with one glance. Chinchin felt a pain in Muhin's chest for the girl. Muhin again thought how beautiful our life is, how strangely beautiful our life! How small is our life surrounded by love! Clouds have gathered in the sky again. The moon of the sky is covered with black clouds. Seeing the nature of the wind, the experienced sailor Muhin understood that it would rain again after a while. Muhin turned around. He sat in an open tea shop and took a cup of tea. Hot tea rising from the hot smoke of the fire. Before it was too late, it began to rain. And at the same time the people of the station started running to the safe shelter. A very simple scene, yet Muhin liked it very much. Raindrops are falling on Muhin's cheek. Muhin sipped his cup of tea with satisfaction. The tea tasted great. He felt like he had moved into a world of imagination. 11 o'clock at night. The rain stopped a while ago. Muhin is standing. He has not yet decided what to do. He can return home or get on a train standing in line. Do not understand what to do. Today I feel free and independent. Cigarettes are his last. So he bought a packet of Benson from a*****e. The moon has risen again through the gap in the sky. Muhin started walking along a train line. Very nice wind blowing wet. Her long hair is flying in the wind. Muhin is walking along the path in the soft light of the moon. He doesn't even know what is going on. A train is leaving the station from behind. He looked back. A small train, it is getting dark, the speed of the train is slow. Muhin realized it was a local train. As the train passed him, he grabbed the handle of the train and got up. It was pitch black in the train compartment. Suddenly Muhin entered the room and saw darkness in his eyes. A little later, when the dark eyes fell, he saw who had lit a candle. The wax flame is trembling in the air. He saw in the dim light of the candle that there were not many passengers in this carriage. There will be 10/15 people. Everyone is scattered, some are lying tall in their seats. Muhin saw an empty seat and sat by the window. Rainy wet air is coming through the windows. He extended one hand through the window. The wet air was touching his open hand, and as soon as the wet air touched the open part of his hand, thorns went through his body. His eyes closed in obsession. He put his hand in the window and looked outside with his head on his hand. What a beautiful view outside! The horizon is outside the pair of paddy fields. The full moon is shining through the gap of the clouds tomorrow. He is the moon of the dark mixed moon.