Chapter Twenty One- Dreams Of Life

Meanwhile, Ghani came home. He saw his wife glaring at him. Ghani looked upset. Ghani was silent because he was up to something.

"Why are you here? You are not supposed to be here!" shouted his wife.

"Sonia, I know I was too rude to you after we got married. I was into such activities that I thought I would make money out of it. But after Madan's death, I realized my activities were going wrong. Look, Sonia- I truly loved you since college but these murders, drugs and parties. Now it is no longer with me. Forgive me Sonia" said Ghani.

"You are no longer valid in our life. My son is shifting me to London. You have to leave from our sight!" shouted Sonia (wife).

Ghani left home, wept. He took his coat with arms by strolling in the streets of nowhere. He realized all because of his greed, he had done lot of sins in the past twenty years. He should have taken a job to the good position. He was reminded of his days of London and his neglected childhood. Due to the environment he became greedy. He was flashing back twice and thrice.

"I had everything. Now I am nothing! I should have cancelled the project but it was quite ambitious" said Ghani to himself. "I am old. I have a wife, a son, a daughter-in-law and a grandson. He learnt of my behavior towards women. He never accepted me as a father. I am sorry all of you. Even to my special man, Shadhon. What a guy he was".

Meanwhile, Salam and Shamish Uncle were showing some toys to me. I was amazed. I went to school along with Sarah aunt's son. He was named Zafar Ahmed. We were best friends. Sarah aunty gave fees on behalf of my parents due to the financial conditions. She used to take us out and gives us chocolates most of the time. She really loved me so much like her son along with the real son.

Meanwhile, Mother was working in the factory. Tahmeed's wife announced that a new market would be opening. They got excited to know about it. But, Mother had a doubt about it. Therefore, she rushed home and shared it to Grandpa, Grandma and Dad about it. Everyone asked "who is the owner of the building?"

"Ghani, I doubt" said Mom.

"Oh I heard this in the radio, Mathin. Our expectations are low too" said Dad.

"Dear Shadhon, thank you for understanding me. I hope it's not anything bad" said Mon.

Dad had dreams of going honeymoon with my mother to Saint Martin. Due to the financial condition, they couldn't go outside Dhaka. That was amazing that I came to know about it from Dad (later). There were visions of him that they would share the coconut water with each other by bamboo straws. There are questions to answer it all. The tragedy is near.