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The sun didn't rise all day.  Clouds like wood-coal have come down from the mountains of Bhutan and have been stubbornly covering the entire sky since that last night.  The whole day passed with deep laziness.

In the late afternoon the wind blew; There was a feeling in the air that it had rained somewhere nearby.  It got a little cold around. Even after the chocolate is gone, the tongue has a fluffy feeling, so a light is now hanging over the field, on the top of the deodar tree, on the tin rice paddy of the quarters. 

Looking up at the sky, it seems that the clouds could not bear the pressure of the wind and came down in a rush; But it won't rain today. The clouds will curl up unable to bear the teeth of this sudden winter.  In this way, after two or three days, the water will pour on the tea gardens, the quarters, the fields, the Darjeeling road will be wet like an old woman. And when that phase is over, winter will descend.

Today's cloud is like the curry quota of Budhua, it is too late to put the pan on the mother's stove in the kitchen.  Standing in the middle of the field under a flower tree, shivered a little in the wind and Anushka shouted, 'Hurry up, I'm getting cold. ' No answer came from above. The wind made her legs tremble as she stepped on the branches.

But desperately, she was reaching for the freshly minted golden Champa flower. This year the first bud has bloomed on that tree.  She noticed, and then this insistence. But the flower is just going out of reach. The branch is swaying under the pressure of the foot and the flower as well. Anushka's attention was lost when she screamed a second time.

Looking up at the sky, fear entered her mind. The conch is playing in quarters and quarters. She died again. And this time the leafy flowers came to hand.  Two branches came down one by one and looked down and saw that the lamp was not there. The cold disappeared as soon as the field ran in one breath, the heat of Virat with frequent breathing.

Anushka stood up.

Now entering through the front gate means standing in front of a hundred bakunis. Grandmother is three times as much as mother. She stepped back. You can go back through the narrow lane between the two quarters.  Although the jungle that grows carelessly on the other side is usually dark in the afternoon and today it is more dangerous because of the clouds, but if you open the gate of the back garden and go inside and go into the yard, you can avoid the sight of many.

Anushka walked quickly. Just as she crossed the lane and entered the banana grove, she stopped on second thought. It's not winter yet. So, you don't have to say snake at night, Grandmother  says you have to clap your hands when you walk in the dark, and also if you say please, they move away, Anushka started moving like that.

Something could be seen inside the field, but the grass here is not visible. Anushka came to the footpath behind the house and smelled lemon blossoms. In this direction neighbours have three or three lemons trees in the corner of their house. On a full moon night, that December, Sajid grandmother came down from the sky to drink lemon juice. 

When she was alive, she never ate lemon before the December full moon. Her idea was that after a certain period of time, the juice of lemon's chest thickened. After her death, when she woke up in the middle of the night on the full moon of December, Sajid's mother saw her mother-in-law sitting on the branch of the lemon tree and drinking juice while looking at the moon from the window of the quarters. Since then, on the morning after those two full moons, the lemons lying under the trees are picked up and thrown into the river. 

As soon as the smell entered the body, Anushka ran away. She saw Sajid's grandmother at this young age. Teethless mouth used to smile and say, 'Hey girl, will you marry me with your groom? ' I only remember this, but now I am alone.

The tin door is attached to a wire hook. It is a relief to open it by hand. The cow is calling in the barn. Grandmother says the cow does the work of the dog. Hamba Hamba starts calling when someone's footsteps are heard in the garden. As soon as Anushka heard that call, she felt that she had come to her place, no more fear. 

The tin door is made by cutting the wire mesh wall. While closing it, Anushka looked at the darkness behind. The small river after the bushes. There is still water up to the knees. In July, it falls on the feet. A chest in monsoon. But now her chest is blooming like a flower. As the night progresses, nature will start feeding on all the animals. What fun to look at. Anushka suddenly felt that no one else in the world feels cold except the only human. As she passed the kitchen into the yard, she saw the light of the hurricane. 

 Doom!  Lamp burn means mother's hands are now empty.  Must have already searched for Anushka several times.  She became very angry with Virat. He told me several times that there is no need to pick pressed flowers today, but he did not listen.  If someone climbs a tree for flowers, can you leave him on the branch of the tree without seeing him and leave?

Anushka laughed when she thought of the tree branch. Sajid's uncle climbed a tree on the bank of the river one afternoon.  Someone said that the berries on the lower branches of that tree are as sweet as the sour ones on the upper branches. Did not understand the time to get up. Almost forgot the time after eating the sweet plam after climbing the mug. It was noticed when it got dark like today. 

The branch just below broke while staggering down. Saved because the upper branch was caught. Then there is no way to get down. She stood on that branch and started shouting. It was a new moon night.

No one goes down in the evening through the forest of big trees on the banks of the river.  Why can anyone hear the screams of Sajid's uncle? Called and called. He felt hungry and then he remembered the tree of his family.