Dreams of childhood are now floating in the eyes. How many colors are hidden behind the mind. The net of dreams to grow little by little and to be small. How much fighting is the study of handicrafts. Then suddenly one day-
The father came and told the mother that he had found a good son for Sumi. The mother chatted with her father and set up a discussion room. But they forgot what I thought. I asked myself in my mind I can not say anything?
In a few days, the fight to prove himself right in front of some strangers started. Even though I didn't want to, I didn't get a chance to say anything. I poured water on the canvas of all my dreams and started a new picture on a new page.
Rohit is very good as a boy. He has no bad intoxication. Just returned home from the office on time. But the parents are disobedient sons. After all, the order of the parents is above all to him.
No more pictures on the new page. Just a list of new family accounts. Morning to night and night to morning. Match and settle. What is your desire?
Thus year five passed. Rimi is our only daughter. She came to my lap three years ago with a light on her chest. I started dreaming a lot about him. But I failed because I could not give birth to a son.
Now Rohit doesn't give me time. Earnings before him. In words, the future of the girl in Doha. If you give birth to a girl, is it not so easy to feed her?
In this way, at a fair, I came to know about Tapas, a college friend of mine, that I can no longer be recognized. I look like a 45 year old woman. I didn't take care of myself. But I have never heard this word from Rohit!
Tapas liked me very much in college life. Tapas was the big reason for the good result of my test. But he never said anything to me. When I went to invite to my wedding, I saw a drop of water in Tapse's eyes.
Today is the final exam of the fifth class of the girl. I am sitting on a bench outside the school. I am thinking about those old days of Tapas. Suddenly-
‘I still remember my words’ - I was startled by Tapas’s words. Listening to him, I felt like a dream. I could not understand how that 1 hour passed. Then I was startled by the sound of a thunderclap. I looked and saw Rohit.
After facing many questions, today I am standing outside the court with my daughter. Soon I and Rohit will have a mutual divorce. Also cut on top of the last picture painted on canvas.
15 years have passed. Today is my Rimi's wedding. After that day, Tapas did not allow me to feel lonely even for a moment. I am the manager of a big IT firm in Tapas. I have a nice flat of my own. Own a car. At home I am my mother and daughter. My mother wanted Tapas to be her life partner. But Tapas and I want to be good friends for the rest of our lives.
Today I am 55 years old. Tapas and I have opened an orphanage. Little children wake up in the morning laughing and screaming. And seeing their beautiful faces at night, I painted new pictures on the canvas of my mind.