"You must be...hmm...Mamun's grandson and the unborn baby's son, aren't you?" said the old haggard.

"How do you know?" asked Mamun.

"As you see, the time jumpers weren't seen for the next 900 years. Until, a girl came by and asking the same questions as you. Haven't you asked yourself that why are you there during the jump-off to the 80s?"

"Nope, because, even if I felt family there, I haven't asked as I was aware of the timeline. But I haven't asked myself that why I was there or why am I here, in the 50s?"

"History is to be told, while 900 years ago, there were group of holy men who used to go to the future with the respective timelines. Maybe past, present or the future. They are called the astral. There are small snippets of histories, and one of them was the group were so fascinated by the future, that one of them went through meditation. He saw a car and came back to the present. Everyone got shocked to hear it, when one of them saw it in the 1930s. It was happening since the beginning of Bengal, with the rise of the Sufis and Buddha" said the old haggard.

"So how come that I could be among the astral? I am just an ordinary kid! How...and Why?" exclaimed Mamun as Jawad.

"The astral are nowadays called time-jumpers, because the actual time-travelers are called the astral. They are invisible, when they possess the fainted body or almost dead, but not the decomposed ones or shot in certain elements such as brain. Astral, on the other hand are those who could be visible in time but they only show up to a time jumper. Some of them are accidentally shot on footage, which were seen in the future. Only the time jumper possesses when they find the variation within themselves" explained the old man. "More things would come in a way. In order to go back to the timeline, you need to do some responsibilities that the people in the original couldn't do before they die. And pay attention to the grandfather clock plus the calendar at home".

"But, what are my responsibilities?" asked Mamun.

The old man vanished and the forest lightened a bit. The clouds were seen. When, Mamun got back home, with the shortcut road by riding on an auto-rickshaw. He gave the fare of 5 Anahs, which would be fifteen taka in the future. He saw Sayeeda, sitting back home, while Sohail lovingly and softly patted her baby bump. Hopefully, he doesn't end up to become his workaholic adult self from the previous timeline, 1980s.

In the radio, a Tagore song 'Purano Shei Diner Kotha' (Back in the Old Times) and an Urdu-Hindi from a film Mughal-E-Azam song 'Pyar Kiya Toh Darna Kya' (Why Afraid, If You Have Fallen In Love). He entered his room and put some of the savings money in the clay bank and also some in his wardrobe. When he had done his task, suddenly, out of nowhere, Sayeeda looked at him, smirking.

"Look at the spoiled brat. Now, he's doing his responsibilities for our children's future! Smart!" complimented Sayeeda.

"A..a...actually, I came to realize that, I should spend my wealth to the good use. Maybe, we have a great future together. Sohail and Haleem could get a best life, indeed! So have you met Haleema?" asked Mamun.

"Haleema? You mean Sifarah Ameen Haleema, from the English Literature Department? The one who Haleem follows most of the time?" exclaimed Sayeeda.

Sohail overheard of the conversation. He ran into them by delightfully interrupting a conversation. It made them awkward and at the same time, giggling when he commented "Uncle Haleem always throw letters through Haleema aunty's windows!"

Both of them laughed with him, because no one could expect a child talking 'smartly' over the adult conversation. Mamun and Sayeeda felt that the joyful life could make a safer home.

Meanwhile, Haleem was secretly going behind the girl's hostel. It was quiet and so peaceful that no lovers could trespass inside the hostel. Even the guards were sleeping, but to maintain the discipline, he had to go at the back. Slowly, he crumpled the paper with the piece of stone from the bushes and threw it at the second floor window. The paper fell through an empty silver plate of the simple girl with squared glasses. The crumpled paper was unfolded. She read:

"Haleema and Haleem,

Made for each other

Different departments

But similar likes and dislikes.

Please see me in the bushes"

She rushed through the window from the bed. She looked down, while the bush was shaking.

"O honey!" called the girl loud.

Haleem came out of the bushes, with a muddy face, almost like a castaway. Despite that, he wore some clothes, looking like a half-naked primates. When he was serenading Haleema, the girl with a squared spectacle, she was blushing and holding her hands towards, with a typical lovey-dovey theme going on. Until the guard showed up, glaring at him.

"What the hell is going on!? Why are you trespassing the property?" interrogated the guard.

"I...was...actually...looking for a friend!" stammered Haleem.

Someone held Haleem's ear. When he looked at the back, it was Mamun, he sneered but the guard was petrified at him.

"Sir...Is this your brother?" stammered the guard, while nail-biting.

"This kid needs a load of lessons to learn. I think, I have to speak to the girl. Could you call her, please?" asked Mamun.

The guard called her. She cheerfully hopped downstairs with her smiling teeth wide open. She flaunted with the silk white scarf with a pink salwar and a white pajamas. It was so beautiful that Haleem blushed. When Haleema just greeted, he just got fainted like a typical Romeo. It cringed both Mamun and the guard. The young Haleema laughed it off, because the older Haleem was the least winced than the younger version. The good days were coming but how long would it last? Mamun's interrogation starts.

"So, do you love him?" said Mamun.

"Yes" answered Haleema.

"How much?"

"Priceless, I presume"

"Well, why you two Romeos and Juliets are secretly into love? He have a great business in a sweetshop. Do you love sweets?"

"He gave me one packet of hot sweets. Wasn't it owned by your mother? As he claimed that he could make sweets well"

"Extremely true, but now he's the rightful owner of the shop. I am just a person who sells dates. Well, he is qualified to marry you" said Mamun.

On the contrary, Mamun was the actual sweetshop owner but to save Haleem's life, he had to tell the partial truth about him. It was so joyous day for Haleem that he took them home to see Haleema's uncle and aunt who raised her. The uncle and aunt looked warm, as furthermore, the kindest. They excitedly jumped from the table, because inside the house, the space of the pantry was squared at large, where in between the walls inside the houses were the rooms of the kingly people, similar to the zamindar houses of Calcutta from the Pre-Partition Period and the roofs were the least empty. It may look kingly, but in reality, they were upper-middle class, but also the fact that their house was of a joyful world amidst the war. Their lives were remarkable!

"Have a seat, dear!" welcomed the aunt and uncle.

They sat down of a bamboo-made sofa with a red pillow that endures the comfort. On the outside, it was surrounded with rice and corn fields, with the cattle. It was a safer haven, similar to their hideout. Only Mamun, Haleem and Sayeeda sat down, while Mamun was sitting by crossing the legs and relaxing in a kingly fashion.

"Sir, are you here to handout our niece's suitor?" asked the uncle.

"Yes, but I need to ask you something. As the language, 'Bengali' had been deleted and declared the official language to Urdu, by our opposition, the Pakistanis, what is the point regarding it? Why?" asked Mamun.

"If I answer this matter, in 1947, the Partition made it clear that, the brotherhood had been diminished. But as we speak Urdu, we are always safer from the curfew. We, old people are not habituated on these kinds of calamity" answered the uncle.

"And uncle, is our country independent? Or is it still ruled by the spirit of the British? For me, the Mughal era was quite a great time to invest upon our ethics, scholars and principles. Why are we forced to speak the language?" said Mamun.

"I believe, there are two kinds of traitors: one who serves the country and one who protests" said the uncle.

In the conversation, the uncle was not only a son of a zamindar but also a Botanic professor in the most cultural and prestigious University of Dhaka. The English accent was so well-conducted that could be hardly recognized as a Bengali. The environment got friendlier and which the tea and the biscuit, made the marriage between Haleem and Haleema into acceptance.

Few days later, Haleem and Haleema got married, as most of the students, as well as the Pakistani officer, Aameer was present, except for Salam's ladylove, Shotto who was busy for taking care of her father. By the time, Sayeeda was noticing that he was keeping the money in the piggy bank. Mamun was sitting, gasping and breathing, by sitting on the sofa, he heard a radio announcement:

"This is from East Pakistan Government Radio 693 AM Radio. The government had announced that Bengali language would be cut off due to religious restrictions and Urdu would be declared as the official language of the East Pakistan" .

The announcement became the shocking revelation to all.