Rudra stood in the middle of the roof with a burning cigarette in his hand. The night was getting dark. His face could not be seen in the darkness. Just as he was smoking a cigarette, the fire was burning like the red light of the signal and after a while, it was turning into a dim light. Mahasasthi. The light is shining all around. Feeling pujo pujo. Today the sky seems to be brighter than any other day. The wind has started blowing in the north. Announcing winter is coming. The mango, coconut and neem trees next door are leaning and welcoming winter. Nothing destruct Rudra. He is looking at the red light of the distant Doordarshan tower. Water is flowing through his eyes. Today he has to take a big decision. He has to make a knot between life and death. There is no one to accompany you today. There is really no one to listen to. Cigarettes are burning one by one. It was as if his dreams had been burning in the fire for so long. The tension was running through his mind. Suddenly he felt as if darkness had surrounded him on all sides. He threw an empty pack of cigarettes in a corner of the roof. He stood up. He looked at the sky once. He didn't understand what he was looking for. Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

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There are some words that before the lamp was lit, it will bloom once in full radiation. In the same way, he saw there were portraits of some people in the lights all around. For those people, he faced the hardest part of his life with a smile on his face. What will happen to those whom he has given words that he will be there for them always. The biggest is that he has fought to survive in the ICU since he was born. What is it that he will accept this so easily? He has to survive. There are many answers to be given. If you bow your head like a coward like this, it will not happen. He came down from the railing. It's already raining. The eastern sky also has a red light. The sheet of darkness has been removed and nature has appeared with a lump of light. Just at this time, the radio of a nearby house rang "Bajlo Tomar Alor Benu". We set foot on Mahasaptami. Best wishes of Mahasaptami.