In the seventh column of the newspaper ... finally ...

Ni Mitte closed Maddie's door and took both vials out of his pocket and placed them on the table.

He smiled faintly when he read the picture of the cockroach with its legs spread on the label of the vials and the word 'poison'.

Maddie's messy dilapidated walls, old furniture, and pale floors scattering the yellow aftertaste of the afternoon, stood still in a dull awkwardness. Maa was working for Tedagar. Both younger siblings go to school. The cries of the hello sewing machine just kept coming from below ... The sound below was giving the impression of the presence of the wife.

Nimte looked at his wife's last letter ... 'Let this be the only' cure 'for my unemployment and poverty now ... etc ... etc ... "

And his trembling young hand in one breath poured both bottles into his throat. The embers went down his throat and he threw the empty bottles out of the window and got stuck in the bed.

Her ears heard the knock on Maddie's door. He opened his eyes. The throat was still burning. But Maddie stood with the same mechai walls. Death did not accept it. The medicine was probably adulterated. Disappointed, Nimit got up on his lame feet, smashed the pieces of 'Last Letter' in the window air and opened Maddie's door.

Mother, younger siblings and wife were standing in the doorway. Mother had a broken cover in her hand. O I.G.S. Printed and ice-filled dish in wife's hand.

'You've slept so much, Nimit! Your government job appointment order has arrived. ' Suppose a smiling old face became ten years younger.

Affection was flowing from the corners of his wife's happy eyes. Chariots of joy ran through the gloomy ground of his face. And all the pieces of ice given by her loving hand flooded the distance with her stomach as well as joy and pleasure.

They all went downstairs and changed clothes and stopped Maddie. What happened an hour ago shook him. He laughed and yawned.

As soon as he ate the yawning, the tingling of intense pain as if no one had moved the knife in his stomach ran through his veins. Red-yellow shapes appeared dancing in front of the eyes. And the sound of ba-a-a-a coming out of the throat of a goat living in the slaughterhouse got stuck in his throat. With a severe nausea, the neck tilted to the left and crashed to the floor ....

The next day the last page in the newspapers was printed in the seventh column.

... Accidental death of a promising young man from Dariapur area while eating poisonous sweets ....