Cloting-(Short Story)
The lady entered my chamber and was shocked. Probably did not expect me here. Pulling up the chair, he was very surprised and said, "Are you the famous Professor of Medicine, Professor Munira Madam?
!! I laughed and said," Not famous, but I am Dr. Munira, a specialist in medicine. The gentlewoman said very embarrassed, "That's what she said. Everyone in this town knows your name. I never needed to see a doctor, so I didn't recognize you. "
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By this time I realized that he was ashamed. Last month we moved into a new flat. Flat homes seem a little more secure. So I bought a flat in the famous tower of the city. I rented my own house and moved into a flat last month. My husband Dr. Rashed said, "Muni, you are very antisocial. You are busy with the hospital and the chambers all the time. You can't get along with the people around you. You have to get acquainted with everyone around you in the flat."
That's true. I can't get along with people on my own. Honestly, I don't have much time to mix. I don't know how time passes with office, chamber, son and daughter, family. So I don't have time to go to anyone's house or sit with someone and talk. But Rashed doesn't like it. He likes to talk and chat with everyone. One day I went to the next flat to get acquainted with Rashed's advice. I am standing in front of the door ringing the calling bell. After a while the working lady opened the door. I told her, "We are new to the flat next door. I told Bhabi, I want to meet her." The maid stood me at the door and went inside. After a while he came back and said, "Madame is sleeping, can't be seen now."
I left quite surprised. I thought, maybe really sleeping. So after two or three days I went again. The main purpose was to convince Rashed that I was not antisocial. This time I was really surprised. This time the working woman came from inside and said, she is busy, can't meet. Without being angry, I was happy in my heart thinking that Rashed would never be able to tease me again because he could never mix with me.
After that he was seen in the elevator from time to time. Pretty gorgeous looking woman. Stay smart all the time. When you go to give the girl to school, it still looks like you are going to a party. Gorgeous sari, make-up all the time. The elevator smells of expensive perfume. I don't know if women do jobs. However, the fact that money is good, it can be understood by looking at the sari. Wear very expensive sari, ornaments.
I did not meet him that day due to busy schedule. So I am no longer known as hi, hello in the elevator. He doesn't either. But what seems annoying is his vision, his thoughts. It seems that she is the wife of the American president or an alien from the planet Vine and we are the abominable human race on earth. Maybe, I don't always wear very expensive dress like her or I don't wear make-up like that or my skin is not fair like that. But why should the human vision be such that no one else seems to be human? I ignore. It’s his failure, he didn’t make his vision beautiful. I have nothing to be angry about. That is why he is surprised and ashamed to see me here today.
I didn't understand my attitude towards him, I looked at him with the same smile as other patients. When I went to pay the fee, I said, pay the fee to my assistant. After a while he entered my room again. I smiled and said,
Say something?
Your assistant is asking me for a thousand rupees.
Yes, my fee is one thousand rupees. It is written outside, the new patient is one thousand rupees.
No, I mean, I'm your neighbor. We should be free. Do some consideration there.
I smiled to myself. I know, if he had politely spoken to me at least in front of the door that day, then why only him, his group of fourteen would have seen me free. And day or night at one or two, come home or on mobile - eat gram pulses or lentil pulses? Why is the toilet soft or tanned? Do you eat tea with sugar or tea without sugar? These hobbies had to be advised.
I smiled and said, "You don't seem to notice, it's written in front of the door. I see free patients only on Fridays. Completely free for poor patients. But you have to collect tickets in advance from my assistant. But you can wear this dress." In fact, he won't even give you that ticket. You have to change your dress. "
The gentlewoman looked at me in amazement, as if she were not an alien.