Lesson 5 (Class IX)
All Summer in a Day
Ray Bradbury
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| All summer in a day by Day Bradbury |
About The Author and Text (āϞেāĻāĻ āĻāĻŦং āĻāϞ্āĻĒ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻে) :
Ray Douglas Bradbury (1920-2012) was one of the most celebrated American fiction writers of the twentieth century. He wrote science fiction, fantasy, horror and mystery stories. His most famous stories are Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles, The Illustrated Man and It Came from Outer Space. Many of his works have been adapted into comic books, television shows and films.
āϰাāϝ় āĻĄāĻāϞাāϏ āĻŦ্āϰ্āϝাāĻĄāĻŦাāϰি (⧧⧝⧍ā§Ļ-⧍ā§Ļ⧧⧍) āĻŦিংāĻļ āĻļāϤাāĻŦ্āĻĻীāϰ āĻ āύ্āϝāϤāĻŽ āĻŦিāĻ্āϝাāϤ āĻāĻŽেāϰিāĻাāύ āĻāĻĨাāϏাāĻšিāϤ্āϝিāĻ āĻিāϞেāύ। āϤিāύি āϞিāĻেāĻিāϞেāύ āĻŦিāĻ্āĻাāύ āĻāϞ্āĻĒāĻাāĻšিāύী, āĻāϞ্āĻĒāύা, āĻāϝ় āĻāĻŦং āϰāĻšāϏ্āϝেāϰ āĻāϞ্āĻĒ। āϤাāϰ āϏāϰ্āĻŦাāϧিāĻ āĻŦিāĻ্āϝাāϤ āĻāϞ্āĻĒāĻুāϞি āĻš’āϞ āĻĢাāϰেāύāĻšাāĻāĻ ā§Ēā§Ģā§§, āĻĻ্āϝ āĻŽাāϰāϏিāϝ়াāύ āĻ্āϰোāύিāĻāϞāϏ, āĻĻ্āϝ āĻāϞাāϏāĻ্āϰেāĻেāĻĄ āĻŽ্āϝাāύ āĻ ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄ āĻāĻ āĻেāĻŽ āĻĢ্āϰāĻŽ āĻāĻāĻাāϰ āϏ্āĻĒেāϏ। āϤাঁāϰ āĻ āύেāĻāĻুāϞি āĻৌāϤুāĻেāϰ āĻŦāĻ, āĻেāϞিāĻিāĻļāύ āĻļো āĻāĻŦং āĻাāϝ়াāĻāĻŦিāϤে āϰূāĻĒাāύ্āϤāϰিāϤ āĻšāϝ়েāĻে।
This text is an excerpt from a science fiction which gives us an imaginary account of life on the planet Venus. It touchingly narrates the keen expectations of the children of Venus who eagerly wait for the sun to appear after seven years, but only for an hour. The deviation of the text from what we know as scientific fact only adds to the imaginative element of the tale.
āĻāĻ āĻĒাāĻ ্āϝāĻি āĻŦিāĻ্āĻাāύ āĻāĻĨাāϏাāĻšিāϤ্āϝেāϰ āĻāĻāĻি āĻ ংāĻļ āϝা āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰāĻে āĻļুāĻ্āϰ āĻ্āϰāĻšে āĻীāĻŦāύেāϰ āĻাāϞ্āĻĒāύিāĻ āĻŦিāĻŦāϰāĻŖ āĻĻেāϝ়। āĻāĻি āϏ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻļāĻাāϤāϰāĻাāĻŦে āĻļুāĻ্āϰ āĻ্āϰāĻšেāϰ āĻļিāĻļুāĻĻেāϰ āϤীāĻŦ্āϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤ্āϝাāĻļা āĻŦāϰ্āĻŖāύা āĻāϰে āϝাāϰা āϏাāϤ āĻŦāĻāϰ āĻĒāϰে āϏূāϰ্āϝোāĻĻāϝ়েāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻ āϧীāϰ āĻāĻ্āϰāĻšে āĻ āĻĒেāĻ্āώা āĻāϰে, āϤāĻŦে āĻেāĻŦāϞāĻŽাāϤ্āϰ āĻāĻ āĻāύ্āĻাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ। āĻāĻŽāϰা āĻŦৈāĻ্āĻাāύিāĻ āĻŦাāϏ্āϤāĻŦ āĻšিāϏাāĻŦে āϝা āĻাāύি āϤা āĻĨেāĻে āĻĒাāĻ ্āϝেāϰ āĻŦিāĻ্āϝুāϤি āĻেāĻŦāϞ āĻাāĻšিāύীāϰ āĻāϞ্āĻĒāύাāĻĒ্āϰāϏূāϤ āĻāĻĒাāĻĻাāύāĻেāĻ āϝুāĻ্āϤ āĻāϰে।
All Summer in a Day Class 9 Bengali Meaning (āĻŦাংāϞা āĻ āύুāĻŦাāĻĻ)
It had been raining for seven years.
āϏাāϤ āĻŦāĻāϰ āϧāϰে āĻŦৃāώ্āĻি āĻšāĻ্āĻে।
Thousands upon thousands of days filled from one end to the other with rain.
āĻšাāĻাāϰ āĻšাāĻাāϰ āĻĻিāύেāϰ āĻŦৃāώ্āĻিāϤে āĻāϰা āĻāĻ āĻĒ্āϰাāύ্āϤ āĻĨেāĻে āĻ āύ্āϝ āĻĒ্āϰাāύ্āϤে ।
The days were filled with the gush of water and endless showers.
āĻĻিāύāĻুāϞি āĻāϞেāϰ āϏ্āϰোāϤে āĻāĻŦং āĻ āύ্āϤāĻšীāύ āĻŦৃāώ্āĻিāϤে āĻāϰা āĻিāϞ।
Heavy storms caused tidal waves to come over the islands.
āĻাāϰী āĻāĻĄ়েāϰ āĻাāϰāĻŖে āĻĻ্āĻŦীāĻĒāĻুāϞিāϤে āĻোāϝ়াāϰেāϰ āĻĸেāĻ āĻāϏেāĻিāϞ।
A thousand forests crushed under the rain, had grown up a thousand times to be crushed again.
āĻŦৃāώ্āĻিāϰ āύিāĻে āĻূāϰ্āĻŖিāϤ āĻāĻ āĻšাāĻাāϰ āĻŦāύ, āĻāĻŦাāϰ āĻুঁāĻĄ়ো āĻšāϤে āĻāĻ āĻšাāĻাāϰ āĻুāĻŖ āĻŦেāĻĄ়েāĻে।
This was the way of life forever on planet Venus.
āĻāĻি āĻিāϞ āĻļুāĻ্āϰ āĻ্āϰāĻšে āĻিāϰāĻাāϞীāύ āĻীāĻŦāύāϝাāϤ্āϰাāϰ āϧāϰāύ।
Here was located the schoolroom of the children belonging to men and women who came by rockets from Earth.
āĻāĻাāύে āĻ āĻŦāϏ্āĻĨিāϤ āĻিāϞ āĻļিāĻļুāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦিāĻĻ্āϝাāϞāϝ় āĻāĻ্āώ āϝেāĻি āĻĒৃāĻĨিāĻŦী āĻĨেāĻে āϰāĻেāĻ āύিāϝ়ে āĻāϏা āĻĒুāϰুāώ āĻ āĻŽāĻšিāϞাāĻĻেāϰ āĻ āϧিāĻাāϰāĻুāĻ্āϤ āĻিāϞ।
They set up a civilization in this raining world.āϤাāϰা āĻāĻ āĻŦৃāώ্āĻিāĻĒাāϤেāϰ āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦে āĻāĻāĻি āϏāĻ্āϝāϤা āϏ্āĻĨাāĻĒāύ āĻāϰেāĻিāϞ।
“Ready?”
“āĻĒ্āϰāϏ্āϤুāϤ?”
“Ready.”
“āĻĒ্āϰāϏ্āϤুāϤ?”
“Now?”
“āĻāĻāύ?”
“Soon.” “Will it happen today, will it?” “Look, look, see for yourself.”
“āĻļীāĻ্āϰāĻ।” “āĻāĻ āĻি āϤা āĻāĻāĻŦে, āϤাāĻ āĻšāĻŦে?” “āĻĻেāĻ, āĻĻেāĻ, āύিāĻেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻĻেāĻ”
The children in the schoolroom chattered and pressed to each other like so many roses.
āϏ্āĻুāϞেāϰ āĻāϰেāϰ āĻŦাāĻ্āĻাāϰা āĻŦāĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāϰāϤ āĻāĻŦং āĻ āύেāĻ āĻোāϞাāĻĒেāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻāĻে āĻ āĻĒāϰāĻে āĻ েāϞাāĻ েāϞি āĻāϰāϤ।
They peered out of the window to look at the hidden sun.
āϞুāĻাāύো āϏূāϰ্āϝāĻে āĻĻেāĻাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϤাāϰা āĻাāύাāϞাāϰ āĻŦাāĻāϰে āϤাāĻাāϞ।
It rained.
āĻŦৃāώ্āĻি āĻšāϝ়েāĻিāϞ।
“It’s stopping, it’s stopping.”
“āĻāĻা āĻĨাāĻŽāĻে, āĻāĻা āĻĨাāĻŽāĻে।”
The children were all nine years old.
āĻŦাāĻ্āĻাāĻĻেāϰ āϏāĻŦাāϰ āĻŦāϝ়āϏ āĻিāϞ āύāϝ় āĻŦāĻāϰ।
When the sun came out last time seven years ago they were too young.
āϝāĻāύ āϏাāϤ āĻŦāĻāϰ āĻāĻে āϏূāϰ্āϝ āĻļেāώ āĻŦাāϰ āĻāĻ েāĻিāϞ āϤāĻāύ āϤাāϰা āĻুāĻŦ āĻোāĻ āĻিāϞ।
They could not recall the sun when it came out for just an hour and showed its face to the stunned world.
āϤাāϰা āϏূāϰ্āϝেāϰ āĻāĻĨা āϏ্āĻŽāϰāĻŖ āĻāϰāϤে āĻĒাāϰেāύি āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻা āĻেāĻŦāϞ āĻāĻ āĻāύ্āĻাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻŦেāϰিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻšāϤāĻŦাāĻ āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦāĻে āϤাāϰ āĻŽুāĻ āĻĻেāĻিāϝ়েāĻে।
All day yesterday they had read in class about the sun.
āĻāϤāĻাāϞ āϏাāϰাāĻĻিāύ āϤাāϰা āĻ্āϞাāϏে āϏূāϰ্āϝ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻে āĻĒāĻĄ়েāĻিāϞ।
They learned how like a lemon it was and how hot.
āϤাāϰা āĻļিāĻেāĻিāϞ āϝে āĻāĻি āĻāĻāĻি āϞেāĻŦুāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻāĻŦং āĻāϤāĻা āĻāϰāĻŽ।
They had written small stories, essays, or poems about it.
āϤাāϰা āĻ āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻে āĻোāĻ āĻāϞ্āĻĒ, āĻĒ্āϰāĻŦāύ্āϧ āĻŦা āĻāĻŦিāϤা āϞিāĻেāĻিāϞ।
“I think the sun is a flower that blooms for just one hour.”
“āĻāĻŽি āĻŽāύে āĻāϰি āϏূāϰ্āϝ āĻāĻŽāύ āĻāĻāĻি āĻĢুāϞ āϝা āĻেāĻŦāϞ āĻāĻ āĻāĻŖ্āĻাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻĒ্āϰāϏ্āĻĢুāĻিāϤ āĻšāϝ়।”
That was yesterday.
āĻāĻি āĻāϤāĻাāϞ āĻিāϞ.
Today, at this moment, the rain was slackening.
āĻāĻ, āĻāĻ āĻŽুāĻšুāϰ্āϤে, āĻŦৃāώ্āĻি āĻāĻŽāĻিāϞ।
The children gathered at the great thick windows.
āĻŦাāĻ্āĻাāϰা āĻŽāϏ্āϤ āĻĻুāϰ্āĻĻাāύ্āϤ āĻĒুāϰু āĻাāύাāϞাāϝ় āĻāĻĄ়ো āĻšāϝ়েāĻিāϞ।
“Where’s our teacher?” “āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻļিāĻ্āώāĻ āĻোāĻĨাāϝ়?”
“She’ll be back.” “āϏে āĻĢিāϰে āĻāϏāĻŦে।”
“She must hurry or she’ll miss it.”
“āϤাāĻে āĻ āĻŦāĻļ্āϝāĻ āϤাāĻĄ়াāĻšুāĻĄ়া āĻāϰা āĻāĻিāϤ āύāϝ়āϤো āϏে āĻšাāϰাāĻŦে।”
The rain slackened still more.
āĻŦৃāώ্āĻি āĻāϰāĻ āĻāĻŽে āĻেāĻে।
The children were eager to see the sun.
āĻļিāĻļুāϰা āϏূāϰ্āϝ āĻĻেāĻাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻāĻĻāĻ্āϰীāĻŦ āĻিāϞ।
They had been on Venus all their lives.
āϤাāϰা āϏাāϰা āĻীāĻŦāύ āĻļুāĻ্āϰ āĻ্āϰāĻšেāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻিāϞ।
They had been only two years old when the sun last came out.
āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦāϝ়āϏ āĻিāϞ āĻŽাāϤ্āϰ āĻĻু’āĻŦāĻāϰ āϝāĻāύ āϏূāϰ্āϝ āĻļেāώāĻŦাāϰ āĻŦেāϰিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ।
They had long since forgotten the colour and the heat of how it really was.
āϤাāϰা āĻ āύেāĻ āĻĻিāύ āϰāĻ āĻāĻŦং āĻāϏāϞে āϤাāĻĒ āĻেāĻŽāύ āĻিāϞ āϤা āĻুāϞে āĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ।
They played in the echoing tunnels of the underground city and sang of summer and the sun.
āϤাāϰা āĻূāĻāϰ্āĻāϏ্āĻĨ āĻļāĻšāϰেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāϧ্āĻŦāύিāϤ āĻাāύেāϞেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻেāϞেāĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻ্āϰীāώ্āĻŽ āĻāĻŦং āϏূāϰ্āϝেāϰ āĻাāύ āĻেāϝ়েāĻিāϞ।
The rain stopped.
āĻŦৃāώ্āĻি āĻĨাāĻŽāϞ।
It was as if a hurricane had lost its sound.
āĻŽāύে āĻšāĻ্āĻিāϞ āĻোāύāĻ āĻšাāϰিāĻেāύ(āĻāĻĄ়) āĻāϰ āĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻ āĻšাāϰিāϝ়েāĻে।
There were no motions or tremor but peace.
āĻোāύāĻ āĻāϤি āĻŦা āĻāĻŽ্āĻĒāύ āĻিāϞ āύা āĻļুāϧু āĻিāϞ āĻļাāύ্āϤি।
The world grounded to a standstill.
āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦ āϏ্āĻĨিāϰ āĻšāϝ়ে āĻĻাঁāĻĄ়িāϝ়েāĻিāϞ।
The silence was so immense one would feel as if the ears had been stuffed.
āύীāϰāĻŦāϤা āĻāϤ āĻ āĻĒāϰিāϏীāĻŽ āĻিāϞ āϝে āĻŽāύে āĻšāĻŦে āϝেāύ āĻাāύ āĻāϰে āĻেāĻে।
The children put their hands to their ears.
āĻŦাāĻ্āĻাāϰা āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāύে āĻšাāϤ āĻĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ।
They stood apart.
āϤাāϰা āĻāϞাāĻĻা āĻšāϝ়ে āĻĻাঁāĻĄ়িāϝ়ে āĻিāϞ।
The door slid back.
āĻĻāϰāĻা āĻĒিāĻāύে āĻĒিāĻāϞে āĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ।
The smell of the silent, waiting world came to them.
āύীāϰāĻŦ, āĻ āĻĒেāĻ্āώাāϰ āĻāĻāϤেāϰ āĻāύ্āϧ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻāϞ।
The sun came out.
āϰোāĻĻ āĻŦেāϰোāϞ।
It was the colour of flaming bronze and it was very large.
āĻāĻি āĻ্āĻŦāϞāύ্āϤ āĻŦ্āϰোāĻ্āĻেāϰ āϰāĻ āĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻি āĻুāĻŦ āĻŦāĻĄ় āĻিāϞ।
The sky around it was blazing blue.
āĻাāϰāĻĒাāĻļেāϰ āĻāĻাāĻļāĻা āύীāϞ āϰāĻে āĻ্āĻŦāϞāĻিāϞ।
The jungle burned with sunlight.
āĻāĻ্āĻāϞ āϏূāϰ্āϝেāϰ āĻāϞোāϤে āĻ্āĻŦāϞে āĻāĻ āϞ।
The children, released from their spell, rushed out, yelling, into the summertime.
āĻŦাāĻ্āĻাāϰা, āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻ āϞ্āĻĒ āϏāĻŽāϝ়েāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻŽুāĻ্āϤি āĻĒেāϝ়ে āĻুāĻে āĻŦাāĻāϰে āĻāϏে āĻ্āϰীāώ্āĻŽāĻাāϞীāύ āϏāĻŽāϝ়ে āĻিā§āĻাāϰ āĻāϰāĻিāϞ।
“Now, don’t you go too far,” their teacher called after them. “You’ve only an hour, you know.”
“āĻāĻāύ, āϤোāĻŽāϰা āĻুāĻŦ āĻŦেāĻļি āĻĻূāϰে āϝাāĻŦে āύা,” āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻļিāĻ্āώāĻ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĄেāĻে āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, “āϤোāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻŽাāϤ্āϰ āĻāĻ āĻāύ্āĻা āϏāĻŽāϝ় āĻāĻে, āϤোāĻŽāϰা āĻাāύ” “
The children were running and turning up their faces to the sky to feel the warm sun on their cheeks.
āĻŦাāĻ্āĻাāϰা āĻুāĻে āĻāϞেāĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāϞে āĻāώ্āĻŖ āϰোāĻĻ āĻ āύুāĻāĻŦ āĻāϰāϤে āĻāĻাāĻļেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻŽুāĻ āϤুāϞāĻিāϞ।
They took off their jackets and let the sun warm their arms.
āϤাāϰা āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻ্āϝাāĻেāĻāĻুāϞি āĻুāϞে āĻĢেāϞেāĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āϰৌāĻĻ্āϰে āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦাāĻšুāĻুāϞিāĻে āĻāώ্āĻŖ āĻšāϤে āĻĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ।
“Oh, it’s better than lamplights, isn’t it?”
“āĻāĻš, āĻāĻি āϞ্āϝাāĻŽ্āĻĒāϞাāĻāĻেāϰ āĻেāϝ়ে āĻাāϞ, āϤাāĻ āύা?”
“Much, much better.” They stopped running and stood in the great jungle that covered Venus.
“āĻ āύেāĻ, āĻāϰāĻ āĻাāϞ।” āϤাāϰা āĻĻৌāĻĄ় āĻĨাāĻŽাāϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻŦিāĻļাāϞ āĻāĻ্āĻāϞে āĻĻাঁāĻĄ়াāϞ āϝেāĻা āĻļুāĻ্āϰ āĻ্āϰāĻšāĻে āĻāĻŦৃāϤ āĻāϰে āϰাāĻে।
The jungle grew and never stopped growing.
āĻāĻ্āĻāϞ āĻŦৃāĻĻ্āϧি āĻĒেāϝ়েāĻে āĻāĻŦং āĻŦেāĻĄ়ে āĻāĻ া āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻĨাāĻŽেāύি।
The jungle had spent years without the sun.
āĻāĻ্āĻāϞে āĻŦāĻāϰেāϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻŦāĻāϰ āϰৌāĻĻ্āϰ āĻাāĻĄ়া āĻেāĻেāĻে।
It was the colour of rubber, ash, and ink.
āĻāĻি āĻিāϞ āϰāĻŦাāϰ, āĻাāĻ āĻāĻŦং āĻাāϞিāϰ āϰāĻ।
The children lay out laughing on the jungle mattress.
āĻļিāĻļুāϰা āĻāĻ্āĻāϞেāϰ āĻāĻĻিāϤে āĻšাāϏāϤে āĻšাāϏāϤে āĻļুāϝ়ে āĻĒāĻĄ়āϞ।
They ran among the trees.
āϤাāϰা āĻাāĻেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻĻিāϝ়ে āĻĻৌāĻĄ়াāϞ।
They slipped and fell.
āϤাāϰা āĻĒিāĻāϞে āĻিāϝ়ে āĻĒāĻĄ়ে āĻেāϞ।
They pushed each other and played hide and seek.
āϤাāϰা āĻāĻে āĻ āĻĒāϰāĻে āĻ েāϞাāĻ েāϞি āĻāϰāϞ āĻāĻŦং āϞুāĻোāĻুāϰি āĻেāϞāϞ।
Most of all they squinted at the sun until tears ran down their faces.
āϤাāϰা āĻŦেāĻļিāϰāĻাāĻāĻ āϏূāϰ্āϝেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āϤাāĻিāϝ়ে āĻিāϞ āϝāϤāĻ্āώāĻŖ āύা āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽুāĻāĻŽāύ্āĻĄāϞে āĻāϞ āύেāĻŽে āĻāϏে।
They breathed the fresh air and listened to the silence which held them in a blessed sea of no sound.
āϤাāϰা āϤাāĻা āĻŦাāϤাāϏ āĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āύিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āύীāϰāĻŦāϤা āĻļুāύেāĻিāϞ āϝা āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻোāύāĻ āĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻāĻšীāύ āĻāĻļীāϰ্āĻŦাāĻĻেāϰ āϏাāĻāϰে āĻāĻāĻে āϰেāĻেāĻিāϞ।
They looked at everything and savoured everything.
āϤাāϰা āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āĻিāĻুāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āϤাāĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϤ āĻিāĻু āϰāĻ্āώা āĻāϰেāĻিāϞ।
Then, wildly, like animals escaped from their caves, they ran and ran, shouting, in circles.
āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰে, āĻŦāύ্āϝāĻাāĻŦে, āĻĒāĻļুāϰ āĻŽāϤ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻুāĻšাāĻুāϞি āĻĨেāĻে āĻĒাāϞিāϝ়ে āĻেāϞ, āϤাāϰা āĻĻৌāĻĄ়ে āĻুāĻে āĻāϏে āĻেāύাāĻļোāύাāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻিā§āĻাāϰ āĻāϰāϤে āϞাāĻāϞ।
They ran for an hour and did not stop running.
āϤাāϰা āĻāĻ āĻāύ্āĻা āĻĻৌāĻĄ়েāĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻĻৌāĻĄ়াāϤে āĻĨাāĻŽেāύি।
And then –
āĻāĻŦং āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ
In the midst of their running, one of the girls wailed.
āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻĻৌāĻĄ়াāĻĻৌāĻĄ়িāϰ āĻŽাāĻে āĻāĻ āĻŽেāϝ়ে āĻšু āĻšু āĻāϰে āĻেঁāĻĻে āĻāĻ āϞ।
Everyone stopped.
āϏāĻŦাāĻ āĻĨāĻŽāĻে āĻেāϞ।
The girl, standing in the open, held out her hand.
āĻŽেāϝ়েāĻি, āĻোāϞা āĻাāϝ়āĻাāϝ় āĻĻাঁāĻĄ়িāϝ়ে āϤাāϰ āĻšাāϤ āĻĒ্āϰāϏাāϰিāϤ āĻāϰāϞ।
“Oh, look, look.” She said trembling.
“āĻāĻš, āĻĻেāĻ, āĻĻেāĻ।” āϏে āĻাঁāĻĒāϤে āĻাঁāĻĒāϤে āĻŦāϞāϞ।
The children gathered slowly to look at her opened palm.
āĻŦাāĻ্āĻাāϰা āϧীāϰে āϧীāϰে āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻোāϞা āϤাāϞুāĻি āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻāĻĄ়ো āĻšāϝ়েāĻিāϞ।
In the centre of it was a single large raindrop.
āĻāϰ āĻেāύ্āĻĻ্āϰে āĻিāϞ āĻāĻāĻি āĻŦৃāĻšāϤ āĻŦৃāώ্āĻিāϰ āĻĢোāĻা।
The girl began to cry, looking at it.
āĻŽেāϝ়েāĻি āĻāĻাāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āϤাāĻিāϝ়ে āĻাঁāĻĻāϤে āϞাāĻāϞ।
The children glanced quickly at the sky.
āĻŦাāĻ্āĻাāϰা āĻāĻাāĻļেāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āϤাāĻĄ়াāϤাāĻĄ়ি āϤাāĻাāϞো।
A few cold drops fell on their noses and their cheeks and their mouths.
āĻāϝ়েāĻāĻা āĻ াāύ্āĻĄা āĻĢোঁāĻা āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āύাāĻ, āĻাāϞ āĻāĻŦং āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽুāĻে āĻĒāĻĄ়āϞ।
The sun faded behind a cloud of mist.
āĻুāϝ়াāĻļাāϰ āĻŽেāĻেāϰ āĻāĻĄ়াāϞে āϏূāϰ্āϝ āĻŽ্āϞাāύ āĻšāϝ়ে āĻেāϞ।
A cool wind blew around them.
āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāϰāĻĒাāĻļে āĻļীāϤāϞ āĻŦাāϤাāϏ āĻŦāĻāϞ।
They turned and slowly walked towards their underground houses.
āϤাāϰা āĻুāϰে āĻāϏ্āϤে āĻāϏ্āϤে āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻূāĻāϰ্āĻāϏ্āĻĨ āĻŦাāĻĄ়িāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻāϞāϞ।
Their smiles had vanished.
āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻšাāϏি āĻ āĻĻৃāĻļ্āϝ āĻšāϝ়ে āĻেāϞ।
A boom of thunder startled them.
āĻŦāĻ্āϰেāϰ āĻāϰ্āĻāύ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāĻŽāĻে āĻĻিāϞ।
They tumbled upon each other and ran. “Oh, oh”.
āϤাāϰা āĻāĻে āĻ āĻĒāϰāĻে āϧাāĻ্āĻা āĻŽেāϰে āĻĻৌāĻĄ়ে āĻেāϞ। “āĻāĻš, āĻāĻš”
Lightning struck all around them.
āĻাāϰāĻĻিāĻে āĻŦāĻ্āϰāĻĒাāϤ āĻšāϝ়েāĻিāϞ।
The sky darkened into midnight in a flash.
āĻāĻাāĻļ āĻŽāϧ্āϝāϰাāϤেāϰ āĻ āύ্āϧāĻাāϰে āĻŽāϤ āĻ āύ্āϧāĻাāϰ āĻšāϝ়ে āĻেāϞ āĻŽুāĻšূāϰ্āϤāĻŽāϧ্āϝে।
The children stood at the doorway to the underground houses until it was raining hard.
āĻŦাāĻ্āĻাāϰা āĻĒ্āϰāĻāĻŖ্āĻĄ āĻŦৃāώ্āĻি āύা āĻšāĻāϝ়া āĻ āĻŦāϧি āĻূāĻāϰ্āĻāϏ্āĻĨ āĻŦাāĻĄ়িāϰ āĻĻāϰāĻাāϝ় āĻĻাঁāĻĄ়িāϝ়ে āĻিāϞ।
Then they closed the doors and heard the gigantic sound of the rain falling everywhere.
āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰে āϤাāϰা āĻĻāϰāĻা āĻŦāύ্āϧ āĻāϰে āĻĻিāϝ়ে āϏāϰ্āĻŦāϤ্āϰ āĻŦৃāώ্āĻি āĻĒāĻĄ়াāϰ āĻŦিāĻļাāϞ āĻāĻāϝ়াāĻ āĻļুāύāϤে āĻĒেāϞ।
“Will it be seven more years before the sun comes out again?”
“āĻāĻŦাāϰ āϏূāϰ্āϝ āĻŦেāϰ āĻšāĻāϝ়াāϰ āĻāϰāĻ āϏাāϤ āĻŦāĻāϰ āĻšāĻŦে āĻি?”
“Yes.”
“āĻš্āϝাঁ.”
With pale faces they looked out of the window at the world that was raining now, raining and raining steadily.
āĻĢ্āϝাāĻাāĻļে āĻŽুāĻেāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āϤাāϰা āĻাāύাāϞাāϰ āĻŦাāĻāϰেāϰ āĻāĻāϤে āϤাāĻিāϝ়ে āĻিāϞ āϝেāĻাāύে āĻŦৃāώ্āĻি āĻšāĻ্āĻিāϞ, āĻŦৃāώ্āĻি āĻšāĻ্āĻিāϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻ āĻŦিāϰাāĻŽāĻাāĻŦে āĻŦৃāώ্āĻি āĻšāĻ্āĻিāϞ।

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