Mishi looks at the street in front. Steadfast Water is coming in the mouth again and again. He swallowed and looked at his mother. The mother has no eye. She is busy cooking. Saju, Palash, Bantira are shouting in the streets. Polythene in hand. That's the way it is. Fistfuls are filling in polythene. Biryani. He was carrying four drums tied to a rope in a van. Suddenly disaster struck the corner of Doyle Square. Rickshaws on one side and private cars on the other. The accident occurred when the two-way vehicle suddenly overtook the brakes. Vanwala was not too old either. Will be a teenager aged 15/16. While applying the brakes quickly, the wheel of the van fell and fell into the broken hole next to it. The van overturned in an instant. The lids of the drums are also opened by turning over. And the inner biryani is scattered and becomes monotonous. The air in the courtyard is humming with the wonderful aroma of food. Feel the order of any event. Misi looks on. The girl did not move her eyes. Sajura is picking up that biryani. Mishi also calls from the pile of meat biryani but he doesn’t go. Mother is very scared and respected. The mother said, you have to eat whatever you can find with difficulty. Whatever is in the forehead. Mishi sits. Mother lowered the pan and put the rice. Potatoes in the pan. Mother never peels potatoes. Washed, peeled and cooked. When he went to work in the 12-storey building, he used to bring food from there. Sometimes potato curry, polao or eggplant mashed potatoes if not mashed. That potato does not have peel. More fun to eat potatoes without peel.
Mishira is two brothers and sisters. The brother is small. Just a few months. Saurabh caressed him and called him. Saurabh sits next to his mother. Mishi's mother works in a nearby flat. Everyone says ‘madam’ of the flat house ‘sir’ of the flat house. But I don't know what this flat house looks like. I tell my mother how much but my mother never takes me with her. Mishira is a resident of the street on the east side of Doyle Square. A little thick polythene rope was tied to the wall and tied to the bottom on both sides with bricks. Don't fly in the air. And they sleep with their mother's old sari down. Somehow the night passed. Mishi's father does not live with them. Comes occasionally. Dad has a rickshaw. Whenever he arrives, take him on a rickshaw. Tukitaki buys. Dad actually keeps Mom's face dirty. He doesn't say much. Sometimes Dad smiles a lot. Eat more rice and curry with your own hands. And sometimes he gets very angry and leaves. 8/9 year old Misi doesn't understand the storms of life. She sells garlands. Hyacinths, buds, belly flowers. Very early in the morning, he and Mitabu pick up the flowers from different places. The coach is full. Mitabu lives next door. Will be a little older in age. They spread flowers and make garlands. After sharing the garland, he went out on the street. They live nearby. Shapla-Chattar, Suhrawardy, TSC, Ramnapark, in turn, Mala survived. What kind of people are there in the world. Mixed way. Someone scolded. Some people don’t have to say with a sweet smile. No one answers again. There are very few people who buy flowers. Mother used to tell stories about her childhood when people used to have flowers in their hands. People used to be very happy. Misir likes that place of TSC better. The big apura walks with a book on his shoulder. Mom says, this is a very big college. People call it varsity. Misir wants to read too. Wants to go to school. Occasionally at noon the girls walk around with school bags in two braided gothic school dresses. Well, if there was a school where the school bell would ring in the evening, the poor like them would get the opportunity to study for free or for a very low salary. In a small mixed way. It floats like a dream in front of his eyes. The evening school.
Apu is a garland nan. A girl was sitting in the TSC premises eating potato chops and tea. Notebook in hand. University student. He raised his eyes from the book when he heard Misi's call. How much? 5 taka. With a sweet smile, the girl raised 5 rupees. Which one will you take? Bakul or Belly? Do you have to give one? Nan, I made it this morning. You will still get fragrance. Mishi was happy to say that she gave the best garland of belly flowers. The girl smiles sweetly again. Thank you. Then he gave a potato chop to Misi. Misi doesn't understand what to say. Quickly moved away from there. How many people see every day. But people like him don't see that much. Tears came to Mishi's eyes with very tender joy. As much as possible, put the potato paste on the waist belt of the pajamas. Will share and eat with younger brother. He turned around a little and left for home. Mitabu did not come today. Walking around alone, he could not notice that evening had come. Walk quickly. Mom might be thinking.
Who's Ray? Didn't mix? He paused in a familiar voice. The man came slowly and stood next to the rickshaw. Mishi's father. The ever-familiar piece came closer with a smile. Where to go? Dad, it's too late. Alone? Mitabu did not come to Aiz. A ... I wish I could reach you. He jumped on his father's words and got on the rickshaw. Got Dad. He is not afraid of anything else in the world. He loves his father very much even though he is not with him. Dad tells funny funny stories. Eat ice cream. Mudi eats Chanachur. Riding in a rickshaw. Sit comfortably in the seat. He is short, his legs are short. So the hood of the rickshaw has to be held tight. However, the father runs very slowly. Tell the story, have fun. Laugh out loud-ha-ha-ha. Mixed. Your mother knows you're late today. No, Dad. Hmmm. Aichcha, let's take a look at you and then take you to my mother. Misi is very happy. Dad drives a rickshaw on an unfamiliar road. Sing in a light tone. Along with the father, the daughter also hummed. The place is like a park. Pretty cool. Dad's rickshaw stops. He started talking to a man standing in front of him. All Egypt's attention is on the ice cream in hand. Lots of fun. Dad bought so much fun ice cream. Chocolate chocolate flavor. Mishi ... He jumped out of the rickshaw at his father's call. Listen, stay with this uncle for a while. I'm coming a little. Ten minutes. How? I wish. Mishi walks with her uncle like an obedient daughter. Dad rang the bell and left. There is no special purpose. Mishi doesn't do that. Hand ice cream is fun to eat. As they walked, they entered the park. Darkness all around. The only light in the light towards the lamppost. The uncle sits on a bench. He took Mishi in his arms. Atatuku Path Uncle was talking very nicely. Still saying. Putting her on his lap, he said, Missy is a good girl. Beautiful to look at. Suddenly he felt his uncle's hand go under his deposit at a very slow pace. His hand suddenly felt like a snake. The hand got very bad at the little Missy. He suddenly jumped down from his lap. And started running. Don't look back even once. He has to get to Mar. Mom must be crying seeing her late. Misi ran away with her shadow. The chocolate ice cream is lying on the ground. Only the stick has melted. . ..