Autograph

I was sitting in the easy chair by the window and reading Humayun Ahmed Sir's book Drunk Air. After reading the last page, I felt bad. I could not accept the death of my favorite character Hasan Raja. I remember what a depression it was.

What do you think so deeply?

I was alone in the house animals. So when I heard the second voice, I looked back in shock. A middle-aged man was sitting on my bed with his legs up. He was wearing a light blue fatwa.

A white hat on his head, behind a heavy glass of spectacles, with inquisitive eyes.