Old Post Office Part-3

The new postmaster arrived. After explaining all the charges to him, the old postmaster turned away. While leaving, he called Ratan and said, "Ratan, I could never give you anything." I gave you something when I left today, it will last you for a few days."

Except for some traveling expenses, he took out of his pocket all the money he got from his salary. Then Ratan fell in the dust and held his feet and said, “Grandpa, fall on your two feet, fall on your two feet, I don't have to give anything; I fall on your two feet, no one has to think anything for me" - said and ran away from there.

The former postmaster sighed and walked slowly towards the boat, slung a carpet bag in his hand, an umbrella on his shoulder, and a blue and white striped tin bell on a mutt's head.When he boarded the boat and left the boat, the rain-swept river began to trickle in all directions like the overflowing tears of Dharani, he began to feel a great pain in his heart - the pitiful face of a little village girl began to express a world-wide great unspeakable sorrow. Once there was an absolute wish, "Let's go back, take with me that orphan who was lost in the world" - but then the wind caught the sails, the monsoon stream was flowing at a faster speed, crossing the village and showing the cremation on the river bank - and this theory arose in the bored heart of the traveler floating in the river. How many separations, how many deaths are there in life, what is the result. Who is who in the world?

But no theory arose in Ratan's mind. She was walking around the post-office house just in tears. I think there was a faint hope in his mind that if Dadababu came back, he would not be able to get away from that bond. Oh mindless human heart! Mistakes do not go away, the rules of logic enter the mind after a long time, disbelieving even strong evidence, false hopes are tied on both sides and tightly wrapped in the chest, finally one day, cutting all the pulses and sucking the blood of the heart, he escapes, then he comes to his senses and is anxious to fall on the second side of the error.

But no theory arose in Ratan's mind. She was walking around the post-office house just in tears. I think there was a faint hope in his mind that if Dadababu came back, he would not be able to get away from that bond. Oh mindless human heart! Mistakes do not go away, the rules of logic enter the mind after a long time, disbelieving even strong evidence, false hopes are tied on both sides and tightly wrapped in the chest, finally one day, cutting all the pulses and sucking the blood of the heart, he escapes, then he comes to his senses and is anxious to fall on the second side of the error.

But no theory arose in Ratan's mind. She was walking around the post-office house just in tears. I think there was a faint hope in his mind that if Dadababu came back, he would not be able to get away from that bond. Oh mindless human heart! Mistakes do not go away, the rules of logic enter the mind after a long time, disbelieving even strong evidence, false hopes are tied on both sides and tightly wrapped in the chest, finally one day, cutting all the pulses and sucking the blood of the heart, he escapes, then he comes to his senses and is anxious to fall on the second side of the error.