The speed of the mind is out of control. It’s hard to keep pace with it. No transports can travel or touch the speed in a rapid mode like human mind.
It becomes clearer on the way to back home. The mind returns home to early before ending of the way. So, an unrest is created on the mind. The mind travels in a same speedy mood to return home leaving any kinds of barrier like country or outside of the country. Bridle of it can’t be found if anyone tries to control.
However, there are two examples of speed and motionlessness in this case. Let’s talk about the motionless.Tangle has slowed our speed. It is almost familiar to remain stand still in the middle of way for hours after hours. There is an invisible valuable item named time. The wastage of time make us sorrow increasing unrest.
Short-distance travel can be reached by two feet as fast as many fast, many speedy transport cannot do that. That remain stuck and could not move. Then, the defenseless of human beings is increase side by side of own helplessness. The three main rivers. Padma is one of them. Still people need to depend on water vessels to cross the river. The lovely scenario of the Padman doesn’t attack the home-bound returnee when they had to wait at the river bank for so long to cross the river. The beauty of Padma seems to them like poison at that time. The mind fly over rive like a bird but the body of returnee remain stuck at the other side of river. Mind can’t accept the inertia of this speed.
I am moving away from my father. One day my son will move away from me like the stars move away in the infinitive sky.
My son turns five only. Dreams and story hunt him. His world is full of astonishment. Infinite curiosity and love control him. I was waiting at the bank of Padman. Meanwhile, his phone call urges- “father are you okay? When are you coming?” Leaving all kinds of beauty of the world, my mind arrived at the bedroom at that moment instantly. Hugging the son, leaving all kinds of fear – the mind is ready to keep adjust with the globe slowly. Such speed of mind burst out into pain in the heart.
Seagull is looking forward to find food from water vessels in the surface of water. It seems like the flying creatures want into dive into the deep of water. The vessel is stand still in the other side of the river. Mind is moving but the transport is not. The vehicle is remained still avoiding the invisible item name time. The way of sixty minutes takes four times multiple time. The mind becomes unstable due to the immobility.
Only immobility? Instability touches speed also. I was moving through highway crossing Jumuna River. People and traffic free streets. There is no transport from opposite direction too. It’s a perfect scope. The driver increased speed. The whole middle part (after Jamuna Bridge) road of Chalon Beel is risky. The area is accident-prone. Maximum speed is 80 kilometer per hour in normal time there. But, our speed is increasing. The speed marker of speed-meter sometimes is crossing 100. Surrounded wind makes me turbid. On the other hand, popular hindi songs of 90s is being played – “Ei Meri Hum…Et Zara Intezar…” The lyrics of song is being fade away due to windy environment. Whereas, an unrest is inside the mind. The speed is being increased and the transport is being moving in a strange rhythm. The passengers are in a sleepy mood following the silent of night.
All of a sudden, it seems to me that the vehicle is vibrating and the glasses of window would be broken apart following the stormy wing of the globe. An unnatural abnormality touches me. It took some time to become normal. I left the fixed seat and noticed the speed meter. That shows- the vehicle is moving forward with 103 kilometer speed. The speed came down following my protest. The mind feared the fight of this speed side by side immobility. Actually, the fear was missing the waiting son rather than losing my own life. There was no one except the boy. How strange. My mother- the last shelter, father- my trust, love of sisters, faith of wife. However, my five-year-old son stand in the middle of immobility becoming a wonder. What a surprise from the god. The son is the life’s best gift making life a meaningful. I’m fascinated, I’m surprised and I’m astonished following the strange relationship. There is no comparison with it.
Although, sometimes I feel pain- I am gradually moving away due to the fight between speed and immobility. I am moving away from my father. One day my son will move away from me like the stars move away in the infinitive sky.
Translated By Mostafijur Rahman
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