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"The human mind never gets tired."
Repeating this slogan to herself, Megh tried to strengthen her resolve.
Today, she woke up at the time of the Fajr azan. She had set an alarm before sleeping last night. As the days pass, the exam gets closer. Somehow, she must secure a place. First target — medical college, second — Dhaka University. So she has to study everything.
After finishing her prayers, Megh sat down to study. She studied from 7:00 to 7:30. It's hard to stay on an empty stomach in the morning, and studying makes her even hungrier. She had her last meal yesterday evening and hadn't eaten anything all night. Her stomach was growling. She ran downstairs.
Seeing Megh run like that, Halima Khan was startled and rushed out of the kitchen too.
Worried, she asked,
"What happened? Why are you running like that?"
Megh replied,
"I'm very hungry, Mom. Please give me food quickly."
Halima Khan asked again,
"When did you wake up?"
Megh calmly answered,
"At Fajr. I've been studying since then. Now please give me food quickly."
Halima Khan looked overjoyed. Her daughter is paying attention to her studies and also eating properly — the dream of every mother. She hurried to the kitchen and brought out all of Megh's favorite dishes and placed them before her.
Driven by hunger, Megh quickly finished her food and went back to her room. She had coaching today but no private tuition. Only Shahriar bhaiya was supposed to come in the evening. Megh made a routine for the day. Studying according to a set target helps things progress faster.
Meanwhile, after 8 a.m., the rest of the family sat down for breakfast. Abir came down fully dressed. As he pulled out a chair and sat down, he noticed the empty chair across from him. He stared at it for a few seconds before regaining composure and starting to eat.
Iqbal Khan asked,
"Where's Megh? She hasn't gotten up yet?"
Halima Khan replied happily,
"She got up at dawn and was studying. She got hungry and ate a little while ago."
Ali Ahmad Khan asked in a cold tone,
"Did Shahriar come yesterday?"
Halima Khan responded again,
"No, he didn't come. Megh waited a long time."
Ali Ahmad Khan said calmly,
"Maybe there was a problem. He'll probably come today."
No one said anything further. Everyone silently continued their meal.
After eating, the elders left. The four siblings remained. Meem and Adi were playfully eating and teasing each other.
Suddenly, Tanvir looked at Abir and asked,
"Bhaiya, is something wrong with you?"
Abir shifted and replied with a sullen face,
"Nothing's wrong."
Tanvir didn't press further and quietly finished his meal. After eating and freshening up, Abir also left for the office. The others got busy with their own routines.
At the end of a busy day, everyone returned home — except Abir.
From next month, Abir's new company would launch, and he was busy with preparations. After handling his father's company all day, he'd often work on his own business at night. He had two friends helping him — Rakib and Russel. They were directly below Abir in rank and would manage things in his absence. They'd been planning this for years, and now it was finally happening.
Back home, Megh was waiting in the study room like the previous day. But there was still no news of Shahriar bhaiya.
There's nothing more painful than waiting for someone. Frustrated and seething, Megh went to stand in front of her grandfather.
Ali Ahmad Khan was sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee and watching TV. Megh looked at him with questioning eyes and softly asked,
"Won't bhaiya come to teach today?"
Ali Ahmad Khan turned his attention from the TV and looked at Megh. Then he took out his phone and dialed Shahriar's number. The first call wasn't answered. The second time, Shahriar picked up.
Ali Ahmad Khan asked,
"Why aren't you coming? Won't you teach?"
Shahriar replied in a cold tone,
"Uncle, the house is a bit far for me. It's hard to manage the time, so I won't be able to continue. Sorry."
Ali Ahmad Khan replied,
"Then you could've told me that on the first day."
Shahriar responded seriously,
"I was a little sick, Uncle. I just got out of the hospital today. I was planning to call you soon."
Ali Ahmad Khan asked with concern,
"What happened to you?"
Shahriar said coolly,
"Nothing serious. I had some minor injuries. Please pray for me. Allah Hafez."
Ali Ahmad Khan said,
"Take care of yourself. Allah Hafez."
After ending the call, he informed Megh. Megh didn't know what to say. She stood silently beside the sofa. Just then, Tanvir came down the stairs. Standing next to Megh, he asked,
"Why are you standing here?"
Megh looked down and nervously fiddled with her fingers,
"Shahriar bhaiya won't be teaching me anymore."
Tanvir frowned and said,
"So what's there to be upset about? People have problems sometimes."
Megh looked up at him. Tanvir turned to their grandfather and said again,
"I know a girl. She's a really good tutor. If you permit, shall I contact her?"
Ali Ahmad Khan looked sharply at Tanvir,
"Maybe you're thinking — a boy who never studied in his life is now looking for a tutor for his sister."
Then he said aloud,
"Make sure she's not a fool like you."
Tanvir smiled and replied,
"Let Megh try a session or two. If she's okay with it, we'll confirm."
Ali Ahmad Khan finally seemed relieved. He said more gently,
"Alright, have her come tomorrow then."
Tanvir didn't say more and quietly left the house. Megh also returned to her room with her books.
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Today is Tuesday. Megh got ready and came downstairs quickly. Her class time had been moved 30 minutes earlier, so she had to hurry. She was eating at the table in a rush. The chair in front of her was empty — and that gave her peace. After Sunday's scolding, Megh had been intentionally avoiding Abir. On the other hand, Abir had already left for the office without breakfast. He planned to go to his father's office after finishing work at his own.
After finishing her meal, Megh left for coaching.
At 2 p.m., Megh returned from coaching, freshened up, and sat down to eat. After only two bites, she heard footsteps and turned around — Abir was coming toward the dining table. Megh choked on her food. She couldn't swallow. Somehow, she forced it down with water. Meanwhile, Abir washed his hands and asked Mamoni for food. He sat in the chair across from Megh.
Megh lowered her chin, eyes fixed on her plate. Internally she was reciting prayers. Her hands and feet started trembling. Even after avoiding him for two days, it didn't help. The words from Sunday kept ringing in her ears —
"I'll slap you so hard, the mark won't fade in a month."
Who wants to get slapped voluntarily? If she could just finish quickly and leave the table, she'd be safe. She sped up her eating, almost stuffing food into her nose and mouth.
Abir looked at her angrily and asked with a frown,
"What's wrong with you?"
Megh was holding her breath, throat dry. Her body was shaking, and words wouldn't come. But she had to speak — had to face this Hitler. She gave herself courage and softly admitted,
"Nothing's wrong with me."
Abir almost said something but swallowed his words. At that moment, Halima Khan brought his food. Abir started eating.
She asked him,
"Did you eat anything in the morning, son?"
Abir replied in a heavy tone,
"No, I didn't."
Halima Khan said with concern,
"You could've eaten in the morning. A bit of delay wouldn't matter."
Abir didn't reply. Megh thought to herself —
"The man who scolds me to eat properly doesn't get scolded himself when he skips meals. Why is it always Megh's fault? I won't stay in this house anymore."
As she tried to leave the table, her eyes met Abir's lowered head. If she stood up now, he might yell again or even slap her. Scared, she sat back down and hurriedly resumed eating.
Suddenly, Abir shouted,
"I'll give you a slap! Why are you eating like that?"
Megh froze. Tears welled in her eyes. She swallowed the mouthful of rice. She thought,
"Why does he want to slap me so badly?"
Just the fear of his slap kept her from sitting at the table for two days. Who knew he'd come home at noon today? If she had known, she would've eaten earlier — or later. Why does this man keep showing up before her? And why is he always so angry? She remembered the slogan she'd told herself that morning.
Megh muttered to herself,
"My mind will follow only me. Megh won't fear Abir."
Then she calmly finished her plate, washed her hands, and headed toward the stairs. Just as she reached the sofa, Meem and Adi came running and clung to her. Surprised, Megh asked,
"What happened to you two?"
Meem whispered,
"Apu, please ask Abir bhaiya to take us for a bike ride. We've never been. Please?"
Without thinking, Megh replied,
"I can't ask him."
Adi added,
"Please, please, please, apu! We don't have the courage to ask him. You do it!"
Again Megh answered in a serious tone,
"I can't do it. If you want to go, you should ask yourselves."
She thought to herself,
"You two are living happily, while I'm scared of getting slapped. If I ask this, I'll definitely get hit."
Just then Abir, having finished eating, started approaching. Megh tried to leave quickly. But Meem and Adi continued pleading,
"Please, apu, please talk to him."
Now Megh got angry and snapped,
"I said I can't!"
Meem and Adi fell silent. Megh didn't stay a moment longer. She hurried up the stairs.
Abir noticed the situation and asked Adi,
"What were you asking her to tell me?"
Meem, gathering courage, replied,
"Bhaiya, can you please take us for a ride on your bike?"
Megh, climbing the stairs, muttered under her breath,
"Hitler's going to take you for a ride? Dream on."
Abir replied in a deep voice,
"I won't let anyone ride my bike.
In a few days, I'll buy one for Tanvir. Then he'll take you."
Adi suddenly asked,
"Don't you ride with Tanvir bhaiya?"
Abir replied calmly,
"Tanvir hasn't ridden with me yet. But he might in the future. Why does that matter to you?"
Meem and Adi went silent. Megh, having guessed it correctly, felt proud and continued toward her room, thinking,
"Such a close bond between those two, and yet no bike rides together?"
Then suddenly her expression changed. She muttered,
"What more can you expect from Hitler?"
She entered her room and lay down straightaway. Then she picked up her phone. She hadn't even opened Facebook in the last 2–3 days. Her mind…
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She hadn't even opened Facebook in the last 2–3 days. Her mind…
Her mind had become restless and chaotic. She felt like she didn't even own herself anymore. In the name of freedom, she'd lost her peace. In the name of maturity, she'd become more emotionally unstable. What kind of maturity was this? Where you couldn't even tell someone the simplest of things?
Her fingers hovered over Facebook. The app opened.
Megh scrolled through a few posts. Then she paused, stunned —
A post from Shahriar bhaiya.
A selfie, with a long caption:
"Even if life hits hard, never stop smiling.
Got discharged from the hospital today. Still hurting a bit, but I'm alive — that's what matters.
Thank you to everyone who prayed for me.
The accident was rough, but I got lucky.
Starting fresh again — keep me in your prayers."
Megh stared at the post for a while. She couldn't decide what she was feeling — hurt, anger, confusion?
He could write such a long caption for the whole world, but couldn't even send her a single message? Not even a "sorry"?
She opened Messenger. Their chat window was still there. A few lines of past conversation.
She started typing:
"Bhaiya, I didn't know you were in the hospital. Why didn't you tell me?"
Then she paused.
What was the point? He'd already made it clear — he didn't want to teach her anymore, didn't want to be involved. Her fingers hovered over the "Send" button. Then, quietly, she erased the message and locked her phone.
She sat quietly for a long time, staring blankly at the wall. A strange heaviness sat in her chest, as if someone had taken away something she didn't even know she needed.
It wasn't about the tuition anymore.
It was about being left behind without a word.
She thought about that afternoon — how excitedly she had gone to his house, how confused she had been to hear he wouldn't be teaching her anymore. Not a word to her, not a call, not even a message.
Was it that easy to cut someone off?
She didn't even realize when a tear had slipped down her cheek. She wiped it quickly, angry at herself.
"You're being stupid," she whispered.
"He's just a tutor. That's all. You need to stop acting like it's something more."
But her heart didn't listen. Her heart knew — it wasn't just about studies, or notes, or tests. It was about something deeper. The comfort of talking to someone who saw her, really saw her.