LEGIT STREET GIRL (STORY)

 

LEGIT STREET GIRL 

 With a kiss on the thin sick child's face, Vinu went out with a briefcase in his hand. When he came out of the house, he saw with very bored eyes, a dried fruit hanging on the branch of an unknown tree, his fate did not give him time to grow up. Life is very strange and peculiar. 

Although the ecstasy of Christmas has not gone away, with it came another very fun day, the holiday. Today is New Year. A new year begins in the world, not to leave the old one, the plan of that’s unfinished work begins. Old garbage should not be kept in the house, likewise, so the earth changes the seasons to decorate itself. The sun and the wind became vivid dreams of the happiness of the next day. All around today is just a tide of joy. But Vinu has a nightmare in his mind, it is growing day by day. As he walked, he sank into the abyss of thought again. 

“How many celebrations at the house of friends today! None of them deprived me. They have done or are doing as they wish, although many feel that they are not as happy as before. Some of them lost their job during this lock-down and became unemployed anew.” 

The pressure on the mind keeps increasing, so he can't concentrate on anything nowadays. He is the manager of “Rahman and Brothers Brickfield Company.” And a little further on, he will sit comfortably under his favorite tree. This tree carries old memories. This was where his first love with his girlfriend named Mukul started. She was a sullied girl but brilliant. He was walking on that familiar road by the side of the Bhagirathi river on foot carelessly as if he feels good walking today. The mind was swaying in the wind of a hotch-potch memoir. The murmur of the river and the chirping of the birds have created a beautiful atmosphere. Sick mother and nephew at home, she is not able to eradicate their disease despite hundreds of fruitful attempts. From afar, secluded road, beginning of the afternoon. Time never waits. Someone called him, no response still. 

But he did not want to give up hope. One problem has at home and another problem was at the worksite. The misdeeds of his master's son are there, he knows. So, he can't leave, he can't concentrate on work. With a warm sigh, he slowly stepped forward and saw a temple. Although his door was closed. He leaned his head against the door and stepped forward. Suddenly, an uncontrolled Maruti van was misplaced, hit him, dropped his briefcase, and stumbled on an electric lamp post. 

He became wounded and unconscious. At midnight he woke up and a painful head injury revealed the accidental events. The killer van was caught by some pedestrian and a street girl.

 

II 

"Mom, why do you sketch on uncle's work again and again?" 

“He is your uncle but my God cum Angel, my dear.”

“Not at all. Isn’t? He is not a loyal person.”

“Stop, chatter, chatter, don't repeat again.”

The boy also added,

“Your hardship is growing day by day he never visits our home so far. Your bad diseases are not curable, I know from doctor uncle. Then what happens? Mom” 

“Your father has for you.” 

“He is a scoundrel, leave it.” 

"Good night, Mom."

"Good night."

 The next day morning, after a long gap, she went out with her vegetable shop in a moveable van as other days. 

During working on the roadside, hurriedly

she noted the killer van’s number on the accidental spot. When Vinu heard that number, he was surprised because that vehicle was very well-known by Brik field companies. A flock of clouds gathered in his mind but not raining so far.