Raghunathpur is a small rural area. Green paddy fields all around, in the middle of the ground, the road has gone to a small river. Raghunathpur Bazar is the center of this village. Hats sit two days a week, and in the rest of the day, the people of the village come there to buy essential items.
Alif sits in a corner next to the market. In the age of the thirties, the color of the cow is a little shy, but always a smile on the face. Alif's shop is not too big - a small canopy made of bamboo, tin rice. There he sells essential items - oil, salt, sugar, pulses, soap, indigenous spices, etc.
Every day in the morning, Alif goes to the river ghat before the Hut, then praying and open the shop. Many people in the village come to him not just to buy things, but also to tell stories. Alif loves to speak, he also knows to listen with his mind.
His family is not big - a small house, wife Sumi and one year old son Rahim. There is not much luxury in life, but there is love endless. Half of the revenue from the market goes to the expense of the world, the rest is gathering - he will study in this dream.
When Alif comes to the market every morning, the birds call, the cattle car crosses, and he opens the first shop in the market. No one ever saw him in a tired face. Maybe income is low, but the mind is calm.
One day a wealthy businessman came to the market - he came from the city, wants to provide a new big shop. He proposed to Alif, "You work in my shop, you will get good money a month."
Alif laughed a little and said
"Sir, if the greed of money loses peace, then the world will not survive. I am happy in a small shop."
The man looked surprised. Such answers are rarely heard nowadays.
Everyone in the market respect Alif. Because he is not just a businessman, he is a man. If someone wants to borrow, he gives free to hesitation, if someone is in trouble, stands beside.
Raghunathpur Bazar still survives, but his life is Alif. If he is not, the market should be muted. His smile, his simple words and hard work - these are the real beauty of rural life.
When Alif closed the shop at night, the stars were fair in the sky. He walks - "Happiness in life does not mean anything big, but to find a smile on a small day." This story is made up of our village and some have taken help from this AI
