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CMK Hasan

Many ideas and thoughts may lay down in smile or laughter. Some smiles can confuse and some symbolize craziness. People think it queer why Siraz laughs at rain,……. they assume that his one denotes madness. It is hitherto secret story to the people around him. Over the few years most of the people have already asked him why he does so at rain. He remains silent to this query. His laughing is so regular at rain that people now-a-days hardly taking a notion about it. Past three years the neighbours have thought madness can be increased in winter but it is very rare that a man is being such crazy in rain.

b.
“This is another long day”, Tahira thought repeatedly. In the Rainy season regularly a flood was occurred and at that time Tahira’s small house was become an island. She and Siraz, her husband, were the two inhabitants of that lonely isle. The soil made road was about five hundred yards far from their house, and she scarcely had companion to chat. She had cooked Meni fish and Basil, two favourite items of Siraz, and waiting for him. It was a night of Rainy season and darken sky covered the eyesight. She terrified; loneliness made her nervous. “Why Siraz is not coming yet, it is near after mid-night”, she thought with so many unknown uncanny thinking. Their house was situated at the southern corner of Borogaon, a very rustic village having a small account of peoples.
c.
The day has not seen the sun; it is rain all day long. Afroza is completely tired; she has asked Siraz today thousands time that why he laughs. He is calm and careless to this question. Afroza has cooked and both of them have taken together without speaking each other. The rainfall is in highest volume. The environment is all about rain. Rainfall and its loudest song fill up the weather. Afroza gets afraid, it seems the sky is breaking and falling down. She and her husband, Siraz, are the only two in the house. The house is inherited by Afroza in the village of Kodompur.
Siraz laughs at rain. He thinks “rain can not talk, rain will not talk”. No other sound is there except rain. Afroza lies in her bed and watches her husband’s laughing. Suddenly Siraz has heard “rain will tell about my murder”. He has replied without sound “rain can not”. Siraz moves his sight towards Afroza to ask whether she has heard anything, but he can not, because he has seen there amid silvery light Tahira instead of Afroza. He gets shocked and closes his eyes immediately, after awhile opens with fear. He finds Afroza is there. All of sudden he asks Afroza “Do you want to hear, why I laugh at rain?” Afroza does not listen fully due to heavy sound of rain, but she has understood and looks at Siraz strangely. Siraz shifts his place towards his wife. “Why?” Afroza has said very loudly. Siraz starts to say—

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I never killed without necessity. Tahira, my first wife, threatened me, she wanted to disclose about my robbery. Seven years past; Tahira had been waiting for me, she cooked Meni fish and Basil, two favourite items of mine. The night was darkest of that year and it was letter half of that night. My gang had dropped me in my house by boat. My leader gave me all the hijacking goods to take care of those for a few days. Tahira did not know my criminal life. She was shocked by knowing that. She asked me thousands question. I loved her. I answered her possible best, I was tired and asked her to allow me to take rest: “Robbery, however, is not a mere job, you have to always aware about your objectives and strict on those in every situation”. She refused me and warned me about the evil consequences of that robbery. I denied and told her “we usually kill if there is necessity, please don’t get feared”. Rain had started to fall down. We had quarreled till morning. The rain fell down with full forces like today. I was annoyed by her chains of questions and thought about killing. I loved her, and I had left the idea. She threatened me by saying that “I will disclose this to others so that you people are brought into law”. I tried a lot to make her understood my stand but she was so rigid. The rain was helping me, I thought. No screaming sound would pass this sound of rain. I showed her my most sharp knife and asked her to stop. That was my last trying to safe her life. She did not and I did: I stabbed her. She said “Oh rain! Because of you no one will hear my painful cry, and this criminal, the murderer, will be remaining safe. You are the only witness of my death, please tell it to others”. I laughed and told her “rain can not talk, rain will not talk”. She ignored me and repeated her same utterance. Then I stabbed on her neck for the final time and buried there.
”
“Rain has talked”, Afroza said.

Siraz does not care what Afroza has said. He continues his tale—
I have left Borogaon two hundred miles behind, but the rain is with me, I can not go beyond rain. Rain is a fool, it can not talk. Ha ha ha Afroza, rain can not talk.

Authorial acknowledgement: Mrs Shamsun Nahar Chowdhury, authour’s mother.