A cool day in late November. The sun was about to set. At this time, trees and plants also look strange with their leaves falling. The cold had only increased Siretto's speed. I was waiting at the bus stop to go home. Regardless of the weather, the thin jacket could not cover the body and the body shivered with cold.

According to the electronic schedule, the bus I was supposed to board would arrive in five minutes. Just then, a close friend of mine who lives in the warmth of Austin called, ``Dude, I have a friend here who went to high school with me. Maybe you don't know him. He also lives in a town here. He teaches in a college about 25/30 miles away from there. This may sound a little corny. In the absence of someone else, it may seem as if things are cut off.'

Mitra narrated an episode of the life story of a friend who teaches in a college, which is fresh. After stopping for a while, Mitra took a deep breath and elaborated on the incident with the background, 'It's a very common thing, but I can't understand why it's still bothering my mind. A college teaching friend has a degree in communication and linguistics from an American university.

is an excellent assistant professor of his subject. Just by looking at his posts on social media, one can feel that he is the kind of person who can think outside the box. He doesn't get drunk like you and me. They don't even joke in a humorous way like we do. His words are very clear. But, he is uncomfortable with what he has experienced in his own life.' I was really worried. Sathi's story reminded me of an investigative article of a similar nature published in The Washington Post several years ago. In that reporting, there was a horrible description of the mental torture a woman received from her husband.  According to

reporting, the husband never showed rude behavior like raising his hands, shouting, breaking dishes on his wife. Never disagreed with anything. He never talked to others about his weaknesses. Always supported in all the work inside and outside the house. However, with the passage of time, a very small thing started causing disagreement between husband and wife. He mentally tortured his wife with such trivial things that she could not have felt more pain than that even if she had been beaten.

magazine printed his wife's words like this, "I used to keep his glasses in a different place so that no one would know." And the next day in the morning while going to the office, he would say - Sweet heart, who has put my glasses on the top shelf today? I know you don't. There is no one here but you and me. Maybe I put it or what? However, I don't even remember putting the glasses on the top shelf like that.

He used to add a little more salt to the meat I had cooked to cover the chance that I was not in the kitchen. And at the time of eating, he would say - don't you think the soup is a bit strong? I could not drink. One day he went to the backyard to smoke a cigarette. I hurriedly went upstairs to the bedroom and hid by the window to watch his activities. After glancing around and making sure no one was watching, he plucked some beautiful rose flowers from the garden and slowly dropped them to the ground.

Then humming his favorite song, he extinguished his cigarette and entered the house. After some time he made tea and mailed me – dear, I have made tea, come and drink it together. We sat together in the living room and drank tea. He then left the door open and went out to the back of the house. After a few minutes he caught my attention and said – Sweetheart, who could have picked such beautiful flowers and thrown them on the ground? I can't help but cry when I remember that moment now. He never directly blamed me for anything, but he blamed me indirectly.'

The newspaper added about the discord between husband and wife, 'After the incident of picking flowers and throwing them on the ground, many such incidents were added, which I saw with my own eyes. The power to endure gradually exceeded the limit. One day, before he returned from office, I felt a combination of maturity and courage. Based on that, I decided to leave home. Carrying the bag, I reached Mait, where my mother was. However, he (husband) did not inquire about me even two weeks after my death.

Never called once. My mother-in-law did not come to convince me. Then I sent the leave paper from there. Maybe that's what he wanted. He didn't admit his mistake, he didn't ask for forgiveness. Even our parpachuke was completed without any communication, without dispute, without dispute. He split all the assets with great sincerity and let me choose.

I don't see anything to counter. I'm glad now that I don't have to suffer any more mental anguish by being with him. But, one subject always eats my mind - Why did he do all that? A few days after my death, I began to suspect that after getting rid of me, he would marry any girl he liked, but he did not do that. He is alone to this day.'

As my friend told me over the phone, his college teaching friend has done exactly the same thing - to his wife, the story that was printed in the 'Washington Post'. After hearing all these things, my brain was stirring. How is society being divided by family disharmony? What is the solution to this? Can't man reduce his self-harming anger, greed and ego?