The Death of the Reader
(A Banguli short story written by- Bonoful (Bolai Chadh Mukhophadhay) Translated by- Rafiul Islam Shazu
Student of M.A Department of English Language and Literature Jatiya Kabi Kazi Nazrul Islam University firstname.lastname@example.org
Long long ago. I sat down at the Asansol Station waiting for the train. A man with a book in his hand also sat just beside me. The book was a quite large novel. After having a conversation, I came to know that the man would have to wait the whole day for train. Still three hours remaining for the coming of my train.
We were both Bengali. So, just after five minutes I asked him- “Would you mind showing me the book?” Of course, why not. The answer is very natural and I expected that. Soon, I possessed the book. It was the noon of intolerable summer. The roof of the Asansol Station was made of tin.
But they mattered nothing in reading the book. Strange novel.
The owner of the book once frowned at me crookedly and brought out a time-table
and concentrated on it. I was reading the book –breathlessly. Wonderful book!
Intact I never read such a good novel. The book entered in my heart.
Two hours passed.
After observing the book time-table repeatedly the owner of the book at last said to me –your train is no more late. Now Saying this he coughed little.
I was totally absorbed then. Quickly surprised I once noticed at the wrist watch. Still it remained about an hour. But more than half of the book was still unfinished. I did not waste time by speaking. I was reading the book in the fullest concentration.
Strange novel. The remaining hour seemed to pass very quickly. The bell of the train rang. Still many pages of the book were unfinished. My pulses aroused. I told that I should go by next train- I would not stand up without finishing this book!
The owner of the book remained silent after coughing a little. The train went away – I started to read the book. But I could not come to the end. Many...