Dwijen is a labour of a steel factory. He has been transferred from main workshop to a remote village named Patjhargunge in Bihar. But he has taken a small old cottage on rent to reside at Muktinagar. Almost twenty days have passed on since Dwijen has joined his new posting. But unfortunately today a violent storm followed by a heavy downpour had occurred during afternoon. Normally Dwijen returns to home travelling in a labour car around half past eight pm. But today the labour car has been little delayed due to some unavoidable reasons. Today when Dwijen had reached Muktinagar it was around ten minutes to ten pm. Dwijen like other days today too was walking towards his home on foot. On the way he has to cross a bamboo bush every day. Today also Dwijen was following that regular routine but in the midway he had faced a strange circumstance that a huge bamboo had a great fall on the road just in front of Dwijen perhaps accidentally after having been detached from the bushes.
Anyway, Dwijen had ever listened someone to ask not to skip any bamboo of a bush to cross it specifically at night. That’s why Dwijen had avoidingly taken a by pass route.
But what problem Dwijen had to face here that the bamboo had been lying there for a long time for which the man had to be delayed to take a by pass route. Still Dwijen had never crossed the bamboo even by mistake.
One night when the middle aged man was heading towards home suddenly a stranger had appeared just by his side and had asked ,”Do you commute like this every day?”Dwijen had replied,” Yes ‘I’m a worker of Patjhargunge steel factory.” The stranger had asked Dwijen,” Can I ask your name?” Dwijen answered,” I’m Dwijen.” Then the stranger had told Dwijen that he was Makhonlal. Dwijen asked Makhonlal,”Are you too a regular commuter here?” Makhonlal immediately had answered,” Off course, this area is a thoroughfare for me.” Just by then they had arrived at that bamboo lying on road. According to usual routine Dwijen had taken the by pass route but the stranger was about to skip the bamboo, Dwijen had prohibited Makhonlal,” Makhonbabu, don’t cross it.” Makhonlal had got surprised at it and asked,”Why not? Unnecessarily why should I be late to take that bypass route?” And at once he had crossed it and had disappeared. Dwijen felt nervous and started shouting,”Makhonbabu, where are you? Where have you gone vanished?” But it was a cry in vain.
Any way, Dwijen had got panicked and very quick he had reached home. But at his surprise he suddenly could find Makhonbabu by his bed. Naturally Dwijen had started asking Makhonlal,”Where had you been so long? How have you entered right inside my locked bed room?” Makhhonlal had got bursted into laugh and answered,” Yes , never skip any debranched bamboo at night. Then you’ll reach to the heaven direct like me.” After saying it Makhonlal had disappeared again.
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