The matter of day and night is being followed: Nature is its own nature.

Md. Shabbir Hasan

What I got but want not that, again what I would like but not get that. When I was writing, it had been midnight. It's almost two o'clock in the dark. There’s not a drop of sleep within the eyes. I stay awake most nights. I awakened in the afternoon. Nothing is being ruled out anymore. Why the day is night, nobody is looking. This is often the sole rule of thumb. Everything else has become random, yes, or no.

In the midst of a busy life, I might wait for sort of a bird for a touch vacation. Those busy holidays would end very quickly. At nightfall, the life that flows again. There was no chance of breathing. Nature gave me an opportunity to breathe. But this chance is much you've got to take a seat reception suffocating! An unknown panic engulfed everyone. Nobody has ever wanted such an unbroken leisure!

I sleep in Dhaka. I studied at Sylhet Agricultural University. Classes, labs, exams, assignments are always there. The traditional busyness of student life is named Archie. Once I got tired after classes and labs till five within the afternoon, I might come, I might feel very bad for home. Dad, I wanted to ascertain my mother considerably. I also missed the naughtiness of my sister. I won’t talk on video call reception. The sole thing my mother said was, 'When will you come, father?'

I would say, ‘Come on mom. I will be able to leave as soon as I buy an enormous holiday. '

A big holiday means Eid, Pujo holiday. Thanks to the remoteness of the house, I didn't come for a couple of days off. Mom waits on behalf of me and counts the times on the calendar. I'm also busy all the time under the pressure of studying. I forget tons. Forgetful things irritate the bod while sleeping in the dark. I assumed to myself, ‘Ish, if my university was too on the brink of home! Then I might have my father, mother, and sister by my side all the time. ‘I feel more with a restless mind, ‘What a distance with family is becoming day by day. I do not tell my mother if my body is bad because I live distant, they assert it'll cause tension. I also do not know all the small print of the house. If I buy tense again! ’I don’t even know once I nod off brooding about all this. Rise up within the morning and run again to class.

So many people around! Such a lot of noise! I accept my friends. Beat all, life was going all right. I prefer to read story-novel books in my spare time. I visited the library and purchased books. A part of the table I study at is simply to stay these books. Buying books is sort of a quite addiction. I prefer to submit books. Once I click on an enormous holiday, I bring the books with me. Holidays that are filled with complexity are neither fun nor comfortable. At this year's book fair, a brief story written by me was published during a storybook. That's why I came home on a two-day vacation to travel to the book fair. As I used to be packing my bags to travel back to the book fair, my mother said, "Eli, take so little time, when will you come, Dad?"

I said, ‘Mom, fasting is ahead. I will be able to definitely come for the Eid holiday. '

Mother sighed as was common.

Back in Sylhet, that busy life began. On the other hand, coronavirus infection appeared in our country. University holidays became indefinite. I came home with all the books I had bought and stored for therefore many days. Honestly, I used to be a touch happy to possess such an extended vacation all of a sudden. ‘I will leave the hop and live, the mother will get her son close for an extended time, she is going to eat the food cooked by her own hands, I will be able to also get on the brink of the family’, I thought.

But?

How many days like this?

One week? Two weeks? Three weeks?

Meanwhile, one month passed and two months passed. I'm under confinement. Not going anywhere. I'm getting scared once I leave during a very urgent need. There’s nobody anywhere looking around, it seems that the town may be a bad disease!

Suddenly a few rickshaws caught my eye. The sound of the bell ringing made the body tremble. The silent silence was suddenly broken. Who would have thought that the day would come when people would move far away from people like this?

The rate of infection is increasing day by day. The procession of death doesn't stop in the least. Poor, miserable, helpless people are counting the price from time to time. The fear of corona is bigger than the fear of corona.

The books I brought with me are read. I used to be wondering what is often done. I saw that the youngsters had found a bit of sky on the roof of a high-rise building. They’re flying kites happily in their minds. The sky is roofed with colorful kites. It’s sort of a kite festival!

It was as if I used to be constantly gasping for breath. I assumed I might fly a kite. Is there any age to fly a kite again? I went back to my childhood for a couple of moments.

I have a garden on the verandah. I planted roses, belly flowers. My mother planted pepper, eggplant, and a few vegetables. Take regular care. I'm expecting the flowers to return on the tree, when the flower will spread fragrance...

I write occasionally. I'm trying to arrange the writing for the subsequent book fair. I took pictures of the sky through the window. I watch movies. I prefer watching Ray's movies considerably. Occasionally I wish I could make a movie! A gorgeous, poverty-free Bangladeshi movie...

I spent the entire time with my family during these quarantine days. What percentage of days haven't been sitting together like this story! Many stories haven't been heard from the mother!

Father goes to the office in search of livelihood. There’s tons of tension throughout the day. Panic works. Fathers haven't any left. May Allah Almighty keep all the fathers healthy? This is often the sole demand now.

I will finish writing. Let me say one thing before that. A couple of days ago within the afternoon, I saw a flower blooming in my rose tree. A call has also come. After expecting many days, it had been so good to ascertain this scene! The mind was crammed with a gorgeous scent. I stared at the flower for a short time. I smiled and said to myself, but still the flowers bloom, the fragrance spreads...

I don't know if the flowers understood my feelings. Suddenly the wind came from somewhere and blew over the flowers.

I desire the flowers are swaying and telling me, ‘Look, at some point everything is ok. The depth of the night brings the sunshine of dawn. Isn't it? Why? I didn't read the poem - when someone sees the clouds, he's scared, his sun smiles behind him.... ‘Better of luck my world.