Telling The Hate Tale

As the day passes, many people rich and poor take their shelter carrying all their tiresome bodies to home.Some carries bag full of groceries, some returns with an empty lunch-box, some with a packet of chips or chocolate for their beloved one waiting eagerly  for them and some with an enthusiasm to spent out the night for a new morrow.There are another some group of people who are very antithesis to these day-workers. A call-center worker,a night chowkidar,an employee at govt.offices who is scheduled to work at night or workers in a news agency perform their work within a campus.They are always surrounded by four-walled room that feels them secure at night. This group of people are the workers of night who do not feel the night as their companion; rather they enjoy a small day inside these rooms amidst the vast night full of darkness.They miss the real essence of working at night.There are more such workers of night who eagerly wait for the sunset.They are directly connected to the density of the darkness of night.They spent the night as night without any barrier of four-walled room.They are the real bread earner who takes risk.The number of customers surround them, makes them feel secure. They are the direct incarnation of duty, hardwork and worship. They make themselves ready at their doorstep with all their necessary amenities as if the battleground is scheduled for the night-war; as if the playground is all set-up with the lights on for a day-night match; and as if a substitute player is waiting right at the rope-end of the boundary to enter a football or cricket ground.These workers despite rich or poor are very much conscious about their responsibility that they sleep average of the day to keep them awake all night.Some of them lift a big rectangular box full with all preparations on their head; some come out pulling their food-cart;  some with all their families present themselves at a popular square like Jalukbari at 8 pm with moulded flour. They are so well prepared that at the sudden finish of their produce, they quickly rush to home and bring back more moulded flour. At a wink of eye, they would display before the customer a plate full of ‛puri and sabji’. They have a good idea about their customers that at the approach of day, they always return home empty.Their happiness lie in this emptiness. These are the vendors of the night. They become anxious at the approach of sunlight and curiously wait for the prevalence of darkness. They take shelter under the open sky of night. They are the master of night.