The name of the village was Meghdanga. Green paddy fields all around, narrow river running through the middle. The river was also named Meghna. River water is different from everything else. Very clear, cold in winter. Gray in summer, mixed with a little clay. And during the rainy season he took the form of fear. If you hear the roar of the stream, you can understand that the river Meghna is angry. The people of the village knew that Meghna's ruddy appearance means danger.
The people of Meghdanga are very respectful of the river. Because Meghna water is their life. Drinking water, cultivation of land, all depend on Meghna River. Around the river was their joy, celebration and fear.
Jaleswar lived in this village. Everyone called him Jaluda. About fifty years old, slightly gray hair, wearing a typical village lungi-gamcha. Jaluda was the son of Meghdanga. He has a deep relationship with the river since childhood. As a child, he used to go fishing with his parents, collecting oysters. Walking along the banks of the river, he grew up watching the waves of the river. To him Meghna water was like a life friend, a perfect companion.
Jaluda's only son Ayan. The boy is very talented. He stood first in all his classes in Meghdanga village school. Jaluda's big dream is that his son will grow up and go to the city, study, become a big officer. Ayan also dreams that one day he will study in the city and fulfill his father's dream.
But the road to Aon's city was not easy. Meghdanga village is far from the city, it is difficult to get there. And the income of the village people is also very limited. Jaluda took great pains to sell the land, took a loan from some villagers and arranged for Ayan to be sent to the city. The boy went to the city with high hopes, enrolled in college.
At first everything was going well. Ayan used to communicate with his father regularly through letters and sometimes called him. Both parents were happy that the boy was doing well. But after a few days the problem started. The cost to the city was more than Jaluda had thought. Ayan's study expenses, living expenses, all started to strain. Jaluda was gradually forced to sell all his lands. Even the people of the village could not lend him money. But the boy could no longer quit his studies midway, so Jaluda quietly endured.
One day during monsoon. Clouds are gathering in the sky, wet wind is blowing in the village. Meghna river water is slowly swelling. The people of the village realized that there is a danger of a big flood. Jaluda was also looking at the river at that time. Thousands of thoughts in his mind. The cost of his son's education, the words of the village people, all in all, he no longer enjoys seeing the water of the river like before. It seems as if this water has come to take everything away from him.
The rain continued to increase. The flow of the river increases. There is water all around, the roads of the village are submerged. People have started leaving their homes and taking shelter in higher places. But Jaluda stood looking at Meghna. His mind is upset, a fear of the unknown inside his head. I remember the days spent with my father by the river as a child. The words taught by father, "water is life, don't be afraid of water." But today this water seems like its aftermath.
Suddenly, a tree branch was seen floating in the river. The villagers shouted, "Zaluda, beware!" But Jaluda's mind is elsewhere. He didn't listen. The tree stump hit him with the speed of the current. Jaluda fell into the river.
The villagers quickly came forward. But the current was so strong that it was not possible to rescue him. Jaluda was lost in Meghna water. Everyone in the village stood dumbfounded. No one could say anything. The water of the river was like a dear friend to him, and it was that water that consumed him today.
Ayan got the news of his father's death in the city. Grief broke him down. He left everything and left for the village. When he was standing on the banks of the Meghna when he came back to the village house, he felt that even after his father's death, the river was calling him. I remember my father's dream. Baba's sweet water can't be beat, it's like coming back to him.
Ayan decided, instead of going to the city, he will continue his father's work from the village. It will rebuild its relationship with the waters of the Meghna.