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 - হুমায়ূন আহমেদ

Meet him in a shaky room without doors.

A small house made of iron.

There is no connection with the outside world.

The house is just going up and down.

Descending and rising.

People are tired -

There is no fatigue in this house.

Probably Behula lived in such a house.

A house of impeccable iron.

No snakes can get in there.

You can't whisper, sin. All the pleasures of the world are in sin.

Virtue is joyless. Cheerless.

The angels of heaven will do good.

Because they have been created to do good.

The snake was looking for a way to enter the iron room.

In that gap Behula said to her husband, what happened, why are you sweating?

And then a thread snake entered.

Whispered to give a suggestion.

Did Behula not listen to that advice and did Lakhinder die?

I met him in a shaky room without doors.

The house just got up and named.

I went to tell him - well listen, what do you think

This house is actually our living room?

You are no one else, you are useless.

Tell me something you love

Omni a thread snake will come and bite me.

Keep me alive Please don't say anything.