Well then, start over again. Sir, these four words are the most powerful words in the world, which no one says, no one at all. I love you, because you say this to everyone.
Everyone understands that they will surely reap the fruits of good deeds or bad deeds.
I too was once a good student, sir. In class eight, I came third in the scholarship examination from Sunamganj. After passing matriculation and intermediate from village schools and colleges, when I got admitted to MC College for chemistry, everyone said chemistry is a very difficult subject, you won’t be able to handle it. Today their words have indeed come true. I did poorly in my honors results.
Does anyone deliberately fail, sir? I grew up under strict discipline until intermediate. Then after coming to honors, I became completely undisciplined. My parents weren’t there with me anymore. Who could control me? I could do whatever I pleased. Day after day, month after month, I didn’t study, just wandered around. I didn’t even know which course’s exam was when, even before the examinations. How shameful! Whom can I blame for this? My parents and younger sister thought I was studying. And I was… ugh!
Now everyone keeps their distance, shaking their heads in disapproval. I don’t understand any job-related courses, I just desperately need a job, a job. Let it be third class or fourth class, it’s still a job! Don’t you think being known as a good student in childhood becomes a terrible burden? Very true words, sir. Everyone just kicks you down. I never heard a single kind word from anyone’s mouth. I have no self-respect left, no determination, no focus on studies, no complaints against anyone. I can’t go to the village, everyone just lectures me. Fine, I made mistakes. At least give me one chance to reform myself.
Otherwise kill me, but don’t wound me like this. I used to laugh when I heard about people committing suicide. Now I understand how unbearable the pain of living must become for a person to no longer want to live. But I want to live. From this intense desire to live, I read your writings. I cannot explain to you, sir, how much I owe you. I know many people tell you these things. I could never even imagine that I would see you face to face. By God’s infinite mercy, today I can meet you and express my gratitude.
Once, for work purposes, I had to stay in Sylhet for two months. One day, while chatting with my SUST junior brothers at uncle’s tea stall near Medina Market, I was waiting at CP with little brother Gias after ordering chicken-thai and Pepsi. Just then, I saw a handsome, tall boy enter very hesitantly, extending his hand toward me with great bashfulness, saying, “Are you Sushanta sir?” Then I began listening to his words. He looked like a bewildered, defeated soldier. His words kept getting stuck. At one point, he took a photo with me with great reluctance. What he’s living with right now is an intense distrust in his own abilities. Despite my tired body from the whole day, knowing it would delay my return to my room even more, I listened to everything he said, talked with him, showed him his areas of strength, explained what everyone actually says and why they say it, how much of it should be listened to, how much should be thrown away. He listened, thought, realizing he too must do something good. If he truly wants it from his heart, he can do it. Through his work, he must let everyone know that he is definitely not someone to be discarded. He will never be lost. A little later, I saw him wiping his eyes. I quickly took a CNG and left from there, not because I was getting late, but because I cannot bear such scenes for long.
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