A short tour

Yesterday I returned to Dhaka from my native village. I enjoyed the short tour very much. I always admit that a village is decorated with various types of beautiful things. The wide field of a village is really enjoyable. the village people are more simple. I along with my daughter and wife visited many villages. My daughter was so happy that she did not want to return to Dhaka. On the way to Dhaka she cried a lot.She can't forget the swimming in the village ponds. Everything is floating in her eyes. If I get time, I must return to my native village.

Eid

I am very sad today because today is Eid day, but it has been raining since morning. I wanted to visit many places in Dhaka with my only daughter,Pushpita. My daughter is insisting on my going out.I have told her to wait until the rain stops.But she is not listening to me.

Eid Mubarak

Everybody is going back to his native village. But I am in Dhaka . I am very sad because I can't go home. The city looks bare. I wish the city were as such. There is no noise anywhere. It looks as if it were a death land. Now I can't recognize the city. But after Eid, it will get its real look back. Then loud sounds will be around. It will be more difficult to walk on roads. Again I will be sad.

my daughter

I have a daughter of three years. she is not fond of my working on computer. she wants me to play and gossip with her. sometimes she is angry with me. then i keep silent. actually she is very much crazy. next Monday may be Eid. So she is very happy.My daughter can talk to all clearly. she is my life. she wanted to the children park with me. So you all must understand how much i am happy.

Fun

Twenty years have passed since it happened. Then I was in class six. I used to be very much fond of going to the cinema. It was Friday. I along with my cousin decided to go to Pangsha(sub-district). We started for the place a little time back of the evening. We get used to going from one place to another by train going through our village. But at that time there was no scheduled train. So we were walking there along the the rail line . We walked much faster. On the way, it started raining . but we did not stop anywhere because there was a little time the show to be started. However we reached the cinema hall at last. Both of us got wet . I wore a new tea shirt that was also wet. I started squeezing water from the shirt, but when I was about to wear it again, I saw it had already been torn. I felt crying. I sat in the hall without any shirt. I was ashamed of my conduct. From then I don't go to the cinema any more.