When some miraculous, unearthly thing happens on the road, it becomes an element of the Facebook status. In fact, the significance of these events is much wider. This happens often, for a short period of time. These create a rift between everyday thoughts. Going to science one evening, seeing the signboard in place of the old hospital's orange 4 against the navy blue sky might remind me of a childhood memory loss, maybe just for a little while. Maybe one day, looking at the rickshaw driver in front, he discovered a light red blood spot on his back, just below the collar of his shirt. Washing the shirt well has lightened the stains. The brain started to guess the story behind these blood stains. Or it could be a police house or a family art or something else. One day a rickshaw driver saw a young girl as a passenger and thought for a moment that her daughter was the new rickshaw driver in Dhaka who has not yet been influenced by the traffic of Dhaka residents and turned into a call puppet. He sat down and asked, "Which class does the mother study, perhaps I am the girl. I heard the story of a girl from a village in faraway Dinajpur. My old, college age father has a big dream about her. He came to this city to become a rickshaw driver to fulfill that dream. To pay the minimum rent while entering the scholarship. Maybe it felt a little bad, so I took some extra rent. These are examples of very common occurrences.
Often with all of us, we are plagued with selfishness, even if only for a moment, something great is evoked in our minds. Something that happens at home throughout the day. Eg: A case may be that, that day was the last day of my college life. What we call Rag Day, but that day was the beginning of our real education life. Among the four of us, three of us decided to pay for the intellectual party in the college with the money given by our parents. But another very small plan was also for all the wayfarers and old beggars we find in front of Shanti Buddhijipara, our "Selfless Nigira Distribution Program" will drive many small boys and girls in Shantinagar area. Who often disturb the passers-by to get a buck. A poor boy from there will be inaugurated. "Bird" I chose. But his group suddenly flew in from nowhere and found the delivery of Singara quite suspicious. I understood giving something to someone by force. We have to show kindness in our facial expressions. It is natural that they will not believe us after seeing such a foolish face. Of course, we haven't had to do anything ourselves since then to express our feelings. A regular beggar was found at the crossroads, when he was offered a singara, he refused to accept it with a smile, thinking that we were giving him food from our tiffin.
When it was said "It's bought for you" he hurriedly walked past her, thinking that we looked back once. The man was eating, I don't know if there was anything unusual in the scene. But if even a ruthless murderer looked into the old man's eyes at that moment, he too would melt like wax with emotion. There we are some passionate little girls. Anyway that day we were saddened for the first time in our life seeing the number of street children and beggars in Shahbagh, DU, Shaheed Minar area. (The sack of Singara must be finished) It seemed that some step of the government had magically sent all the street children to school and we were on our own while looking for Padmanis. I'm losing (Indeed, if it happened!!!) Some of the people I met are not worth talking about, with one or two small words they threw us into a daze, that daze may never end. While going to Shaheed Minar, I found a man on the side of the road with a crazy style, but with the same old age. It would not be right to say Rishi by his clothes. He was wearing a suit, but like Cho Akhid, he had a secret look. Seeing him Himu said let's bring it" I agreed.
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