Critical journey in this world love story !

   

The water of the vampire sea floats in the murmur of the murmur, the boundary that the two eyes are seeing in that distance, is it just a dream of nocturnal life, or is it there that life is real. I was woken up by the waves. Seeing death, the youth is starving around with open eyes, death still searching for life, how many youths fly to the garden of hundreds of deaths every day to flower, to fall - as he is today .... the monster of noon is extinguished from the other side of the sky. Every time the tired body wants to come back, to its own home. The music does not play on the call of the return of the mule, it seems that the borders of the world will end in a few days. 

The two eyes are fixed on the sky. The lamp is lit in the fair house of the awakened star. The God of the poor does not expect much from him. One day, two days, and nights, every time I break my dream, I see helplessly, the chariot of Yam is coming forward. She laughs out loud. He knew life once in the rainwater .... maybe two or three times then ..... new soil in front, new earth he is free from the gates of heaven. People have left scars all over the world, but they still can't cut this sinful mind. So, the drowned man comes back to the family again .... touches the soil of the country. The turbulent waters of the middle sea are repeatedly pushing him. All zero in the distance. Just water and water. After the trawler sank, Shuvo could not have imagined that he would survive. There is no water to drink around. The rat is squirming in the stomach with hunger. 

The problem after that is that the person who started the death journey on the bamboo raft is in a very bad condition. Could break at any moment. The waters of the sea today seem to him to be dead again and again, but depending on this sea his daily battles begin. The crow leaves the house in the morning and then in the middle of the sea. Accompanied by panta rice, chili, a net, and trawler. He and his brother travel far and wide every day in search of fish. But that is not the fate that accompanies them every day. Fish caught overnight are sold in the market for a while. This work is done by the daughter and two wives. And this is how the family lives with the income that is earned. So much for normal days. There comes a day when there is no fishing. 

Why panta in those days, no food alliance with them. Two days ago, the meteorological department had instructed that cyclone Rima was coming towards the coast and so no one should go to sea. Shubh didn't notice how much time had passed thinking about all this. As soon as he noticed, the sun in the sky turned red and sat on his head. He looked very restless. In the scorching heat, the man does not even have a roof over his head today. I miss home very much. It was such a hot afternoon that day. The girl's body is burning with fever. Meanwhile, the wife is alone in the fish shop. Not being able to do anything. How many furnishings in Babu's house. AC, how much more fan! Only God knows how much we have to fight to keep the roof of the house of the poor alive. 

They have to fight with death every day, no one understands that. So no one pays the price of sweat, the price of blood. He has been fighting since that dawn. In the words of the one who fights, God repeatedly sends messengers for him. Oh, God! Where are you, where is your messenger today? For two long hours, the two of them, in the midst of this dead current, suddenly stopped back. Nine hours on that broken bamboo .... He has come so far alone. It is very difficult for him to accept the truth. Despite repeated cries, there is no one today to see or hear the empty blue sky, the vast sea, and the hellish sun.

 The last bidi lying in his shirt pocket was pulled without burning and then he jumped into the sea. He was looking for someone for about half an hour and then he got up in frustration and knelt down on the bamboos. This is the name of life. Life is the name of giving birth to live in this way. With the arrival of one life, another life ends. Just as life means survival, so life means death, if you teach me many things today, yes God, thank you, I bow to you; ....;, He muttered to himself, no one knows how long. Meanwhile, the sky in the back turned red, and darkness fell all around. Standing in front of the dense darkness and a watery world below. Life here means uncertainty. Life here means step by step fear. Jhi Zhi insects are ringing on both sides of the ears now. Where there is no sign of life in the Dead Sea, this call is making him very happy. Soon a shadow fell in front of him. He raised his face and looked twice.