Golden youth ate the blanket

“Oh, how long will you be in jail for a four-and-twenty case; no one has been jailed for murder for so long, the blanket of golden youth! I’m sorry, mother, I’m sorry!”
I looked and saw Zarina aunt, there is no regret in the face, but her eyes and face are exposed with a mocking smile! I was upset.

Zarina’s aunt’s house is Shariatpur. The family is poor, the husband is getting a new family by marrying another, it is said that he does not pay for this family. Four daughters and only one son! Good looking boy – Tall and wide like Omar Sunny. Works in a rice hotel in the city – Income is not bad. Zarina’s aunt had a desire to marry a boy to a good house and at least get a motorbike and some cash.
Aunt Zarina was furious and frustrated but she could not say anything in front of him as her son provides half of the family’s expenses. When the boy went to work in the hotel, he did not hesitate to torture the girl in various ways.

The more the girl who grew up in the orphanage kept her mouth shut, the stronger the opponent attacked! One day he threw hot rice starch on the girl for a very small reason! The son’s wife’s screams could not sway him even a drop but when the unconscious wife was admitted to Sadar Hospital by everyone in the neighborhood and the doctor said, forty percent burns, he was shaken. To avoid police trouble, sat on the bus in Dhaka with Potlaputli!

After coming to Dhaka, she took a job as a housekeeper in a house in Iskaton on the recommendation of a close relative. There is an old lady living in the house, she used to teach in college and now she lives at home after retirement. Her husband has been cancer for a long time now. Two daughters are married, one is in Canada, the other is in Australia! Three sons – both settled in America. Talking on video calls one day a week and sometimes sending dollars to buy medicine, they solve the responsibility. Although one son is in the country, he still does not have time for his mother – very busy! Even on holidays, social service, ghazal evenings by Indian artists, dramas in art, cocktail parties, going to eat hilsa fish in Mawa with brothers and sisters – these are still there – where is the time to find time for mother?! Moreover,mother’s care