The Ullapara Station

Nineteen years passed by Kismet met again in Ullapara, a new Nineteen years before Roshna Begum, stood there, ahead, all of them, upfront. Entropy a storm, a kindled Maugham, lit the latitude, brainstorm Uplifted a passion, yearning for long gone, indifference built a world Due diligence mind, due respect, mother tongue, just blossomed a lotus A pair of eyes, only remained in the world, as reticent lit above, indus Throughout nineteen years Roshna Begum was the gemstone in my darkened hurt Nineteen years after Roshna Begum, a visitor there, met on a sudden, there Hard to trace back all these memories, speak about those eyes, salient! Her own husband, son and daughter’s boon, she was an overwhelmed joy! She was a smiling face, gazed ,as she did before “You forgot to ask , where about , all these, all oblivious ones!” A fatty , happy , one, glowing pairs of diva, diamond studs Is it true, Roshna Begum, so? Must be an error! Must be a mistake! “How many kids do you have?” Roshna Begum spoke, as if a puddle of sweat took her, there She said, “you said, not married, till today, and so…” The glitter and the spectrum, a sip and then Roshna Begum is gone! In Ullapara, Raushan Ara is defeated by the superlative, among! Lost we all, left our dreams , there in Ullapara, where life dreamt, lifelong!