On 4 January, my aunt, cousins and I was coming from my home village to dhaka. I need to go back to Rajshahi soon and they came to dhaka to receive my uncle who would return from Hajj (Pilgrims) on 5 January at 4pm. On 5th January, after 11.00pm my friend and I reached to Airport Rail Station for going to Rajshahi on Padma Express Train. While waiting for train during 11.40PM zahir vy called me and informed me the news that our aunt died (due to heart-attack) few mins ago. I could not believe my ears. It would be easier to believe if I heard same news for my own mother as she suffered twice by brain-stroke.
Aunt was quite ok. She had not any major disease to die. So it was hard for all of us to believe. Just then I tried to return the ticket. But the man, did not allow us. He told train will come just now. But later I heard the train came after 3.30am which was scheduled to come at 11.51 pm.
I moved to my home and putting the bag, i moved to Mohammadpur where she was and saw her dead body in ambulance. then with the same ambulance we returned to home village and reached at morning.
Just one day ago we came with joys and after one day she also companied us but….
Yesterday we burried her after (two days) coming of her son (Mahbub) who is doing job in Afganistan. When Mabhub vy heared the news, he did not believe it as he claimed just a few mins ago he talked to his mother and they had many funny talks like “what father brought for you from Saudi Arab”. Then he requested everyone not to bury her mother before he come. After much effort he reached safely and could see his mother for last time. There was a scenery which i cant express when he saw his mother. Ohhh…sad…they have no one to call ma (mother).
Immediately after burying, I returned to Dhaka as I have to forward to Rajshahi soon.
I still recall the moments in bus, at resturant. Ohh… the irrecoverable moments.