30 September 2019
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Tareq Samin is a Bangladeshi Poet, Writer and Editor. He is author of five books, include two poetry collections, two Short Stories collections and a Novel. Some of his poems are translated in English, Spanish, German, Slovak, Portuguese, French and Hungarian Languages. Nature, Love and humanism are central to his work.






Majhar, Santanu and Iqbal were taking tea. Jayanto has yet to come. This roadside tea-stall is their preference. Beside the wide road in this tea-stall they the four friends usually pass their time. They are studying M.B.A. For a long time they are the friends to one another.


Majhar is very clever in nature. Medium height, slim health, longish face always in a naughty smile.


Santanu is easy, simple, indifferent in nature. He is the only one child of his parents, good health, circle faced. Eyes are bound in thick framed spectacle.


Iqbal is a man of poetic and literary flair. With long slim physique, curly hair, thick eyebrow and something longish face.


In their pastime talk there comes the future scope of jobs, present politics and beautiful girl mates. Most of the time they talk to take these three topics.

Majhar says, ‘why Jayanto Saheb is late today?’

He has some office work today, so he’ll be something late today’—Santanu replies.

After five why there is office?’—Iqbal asks to move his eyebrows.

The tea-stall owner Akhtar Mia pouring tea into the kettle remarks, ‘people do offices still 10 at night. And he tells why the office is after five? ‘Go to do the job you’ll understand what would be the matter!’


Majhar sits on the opposite side. He smiles and tells—‘see friends, see behind, your girl friend is coming.’


To see behind Santanu becomes reddish in shame. A mad, may be between 20 to 30 years old young woman fully naked. Her hair is raveled up. Unclean body, though her body structure is attractive. ‘Give money, I’ll eat rice?’ The mad woman wants alms in a pathetic voice.

In a sense of fear Santanu leaves his sit and goes away.

Now she stretches her hands to Iqbal. ‘Why you are rambling without clothes in this way’. Iqbal chides.


Majhar naughtily said, if she would be clothed ‘what could you see?’


When Jayanto has come suddenly, nobody knows. He puts off his shirt and gives it to the mad woman’s hand. The woman puts on the shirt slowly but surely. He gives a banana and bread to the woman, as if she is the family member. Eating them the woman happily goes away.


Among them Jayanto is the most needy and his financial condition is most pathetic. Beside the study, he is doing a job.

He sends money to his parents. Though he does not miss out the opportunity to help others.


If all the people would be helpful, then all the deprived people of the society could live better. To think this in his mind the tea-stall owner Akhtar Mia releases a big sigh.

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