The Dark Lane: None

By Dr. Shusanta Nath

I'm Dr. Shusanta Nath.I am a dentist. I have completed my graduation from Chittagong. I live in Bhatiary, Chittagong, Bangladesh. I'm married and living happily with my wife, son and a daughter.

From child hood my hobby was writing. So I'm writing till now.

I always though to share my thoughts with other.

I think my readers will enjoy the book. I expect all kinds of support and suggestion from my readers.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Jan 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781490726632

Dr. Shusanta Nath

I'm Dr. Shusanta Nath.I am a dentist. I have completed my graduation from Chittagong. I live in Bhatiary, Chittagong, Bangladesh. I'm married and living happily with my wife, son and a daughter. From child hood my hobby was writing. So I'm writing till now. I always though to share my thoughts with other. I think my readers will enjoy the book. I expect all kinds of support and suggestion from my readers. [e-mail]

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© Copyright 2014 DR. SHUSANTA NATH.

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Author Credits : I like to credit my beloved wife Dr. Joysree Debi for her continuous support.

ISBN: 978-1-4907-2664-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4907-2663-2 (e)

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CONTENTS

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TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

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ONE

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R okeya was ill for some days, But she had to join her work. What she will eat if she not works. She has a lame, disable husband at home. She also has a growing up young daughter of sixteen years old, She does not allow her daughter to go for work out. Rokeya herself works for the family. Hasuni, her daughter does at home.

Rokeya lives in a tent with her little poor family in a slum over the railway station. Her husband calls her Ruku and Hasu to their daughter Hasani. Hasu’s father kismat Ali was a freedom fighter. He fought for the country in the liberation war of 1971. He lost his one leg and became lame. He had a bullet from enemy side into his right leg and injured seriously. He escaped by his co-fighters and had taken to the doctor. Doctor cut off his leg to save him. Now he only eats as a burden over his wife’s shoulder. Beside this he has nothing to do.

Rokeya used to work as maid servant in a big bungalow of businessman. She was then pregnant of four months. She also had a fever at that time. Both her hands were trembling. She was very weak to work. While she was working at the kitchen, a ceramic plate fell down from her hand and broke into pieces.

The land lady was very angry and hot tempered. She heard the sound and came run. She saw the broken plate on the floor. She became so angry that she scolded Ruku very much. "Alas! what an unfortunate woman you are! you has broken my favorite dish? I won’t keep you anymore in my house. Just get lost!

Ruku begged her, madam, please forgive me for the last time, I won’t do such ever.

No. No forgiveness, you just get out of my sight now. She caught Ruku’s hair and threw her out.

Ruku returned home. She was very sad. She slept silently to her torn bed, pulled the torn blanket over her body. Kismat came home and saw her sleeping. Kismat went for a little walk with his crutches. He asked Ruku, What’s it, Ruku? Had not you gone for work? Yes, I had, But came return. Ruku replied. Why? I am not feeling well. May I call on a doctor? No need. It will be fine it self. Kismat talked no more. He called Hasu. Hasu, your mom is not so well. Have a look.

Hasu went closer to her mother. She cheeked her with hand. Her mother’s body was too warm. She brought some water in a small bowl and a piece of cloth. She made the cloth wet and put that to Ruku’s forehead. Ruku slept like dead.

That day Hasu only cooked rice and lentil. At noon both father and daughter ate rice with salt and lentil. Ruku did not eat anything. In the afternoon Hasu called on a L.M.F. doctor. He cheeked her and gave her some medicines. He also advised to take those medicines twice daily and to take bed rest for some days. Hasu could not tolerate all these sorrows of he parents. She always tried to keep them happy. She did not like to live in this dirty slum. She used to dream that they will become rich. They will live in a nice house there will be lack of nothing. All the house will be full of costly furnitures. Hasu would be happy to dreaming but she knew, dream