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Here one will find some short stories written by student groups under the course of "Creative Writing" in MA, English. Comments are welcome.

Binoy:
Against All Odds

Written by: Jafar Ahmed, ID: 133-22-288, Md. Mamun Miah, ID: 133-22-296, and Md. Ariful Haque, ID: 142-22-3

Two friends Songram and Biplob are struggling hard to have essence of life. They are thinking from the heart, ‘We are burning within us’. Everywhere they are facing numerous problems. But they are self-motivated, like nothing can destroy them. They are very rich in philosophy and have stout heart through which they would like to shape their dream. There have been several falls and downs in their life. Having a stout heart is needed, they remember that hard work will proceed to the way of success. They keep in mind ‘fortune favors the brave and self help is the best help’. They are very sincere and sometimes Songram utters some words- which is the sign of presence of philosophy to them. Songram asserts, ‘The mathematics of life is so complex that I have attempted for several times to solve it, but I don’t know whether it would be solved or not’. He defines himself as ‘a shieldless, swordless, a Man-of-War’. On the other hand, Biplob, his friend, is also very hopeful of his success. He shares every prons and corns to Songram. But still they are students and they do not complete their M.A. degree yet. But the hope for a better position makes them obsessed to think over it. At the same time they maintain their intimacy with other friends and nobody is able to realize their appetite for knowledge. They know that to be winner they should study a lot. But they did not get much time. In the meantime, Songram has been working in a company for last one year. It hinders his way of acquiring of knowledge. Every moment he realizes that. ‘I am not working in an office, rather I am struggling against thyself’. But it is true that we have to realize the reality. Both of them are optimistic.
Songram: My dear friend, I am thinking about study.
Biplob: Really, but you are quite well having a job and continue your study.
Songram: The grass of the outside of the fence seems to be greener. I am spoiling my valuable time. That’s why I will have to pay for it. Last one year I did not make any change of my fate. I think this is I who am responsible.
Biplob: Really, there is no unmixed blessing in the world. We have to think in a different way.
They are discussing for their future. In the meantime, Songram finds that the materialistic society gradually turns himself to the world of hypocrisy.
Songram thinks of his responsibility that we are not for ourselves rather for others. As a human being, we should have some duties. Songram thinks that all of his dreams will come closer when he can shape his world. Biplob also thinks of his future. He has to study a lot. But everytime the feeling of insecurity peeps in his mind. They are also discussing the irregularities of society and country. Sometimes they discuss the world’s politics and various philosophical issues as well as religious sermon.
Songram thinks of himself that ‘If I were a king, I would have built a palace where all the people of country would live in peace and happiness’.
Whenever, they attempt to do something they face numerous problems. Now, Songram is very anxious of his upcoming competitive exam. Only two months is remaining to complete his M.A. degree. He thinks that he would leave the job to get himself prepared. But Biplob wants to have a job because he has no experience in doing work. On the other hand, Songram has vast experience in teaching and doing other sorts of works. In the year between 2011-2013, Songram had taught English in a foreign organization. Besides, he was involved with an NGO, at Dhaka. But all of these experiences help him to think about the world in a newer way. It was not obligatory rather to prepare himself for facing upcoming world. So, to get the real award one should go through a harder way. Now, Biplob is willing to get a job because he has no past experience throughout his life. Songram asserts that ‘In my poor experience I have gathered some knowledge that is to get the superiority one should experience in doing the humble job-because when we do it, we come to realize that the superior position is needed to lead a life with honour. An experienced person having all sorts of adversity, is more capable of realizing the essence of superior position than to whom, who is inexperienced. It is a unique opportunity for Songram to realize the situation. That is man can be many thing.
Two months later, they completed their post-graduation. Now, Biplob is about to join in work. But whether Songram leaves his previous job or joins another new job- it is unknown. But their conversation is continuing . It’s still mystery about their destination.

Binoy:
Abduction

Written by:
Muhammed Shymun Alam Khan (142-22-332)
Abul Kalam Ajad (142-22-333)
Rumana Islam (142-22-335)   
Shatabdi Chakma (142-22-334)

Every day, opening the pages of newspaper people of our country are now habituated to see different kinds of unfair and immoral things of our society. Among them one such bad practice “Abduction” is very much acute at present in our society. Due to this practice, not only the family of the victim is suffering, but also it is bringing challenges in front of the existing social and national security and safety system. Mass people are questioning but none is there to take responsibility and answer of this kind of occurring. Administration and even the system are silent before new curse. So why people of this type, those who are abductor will not take this chance to demonstrate this crime. Even general people may also be involved with this. I do not see any doubt of this. So in this type of condition, Hassan, a very meritorious boy, recently passed from the highest university of Bangladesh get involved with this obnoxious system, but the story of Hassan would be another kind of story.

Hassan is poor but a brilliant student. His father was died when he was very younger. Except Hassan, only his mother and a little sister are in his family. So, his mother has brought up him through many adverse situations. They had to live from hand to mouth, though Hassan’s send him to acquire the highest degree.

Hassan father was a freedom fighter. He came up with his father’s identity and idealness. Hassan is only and ultimate future of his family. The whole family is now counting on him that Hassan will look after the whole family, he will bring solvency. He will manage his family in a good position. Hassan is also determined to do such things.

But in that country, where the unemployment problem is acute, there it is much difficult to manage a job. On the other hand, the system of getting service is also corrupted; here the proper evaluation of merit is grabbed by the power of money or some other who are in the higher authority. Though Hassan is trying his best to manage a job. At present, he is living his days by doing private tuitions. From this little earning, he has to give some amount of money to his mother in the village. In this way he is managing his life in a very hard ship. But he has patient in himself that time will turn around day and then he will snatch the best time for him. It is the only waiting for the time to come. Hassan knows very well it is the strength of his mind which is leading him till now and by dint of this power, he believes that he will overcome every things one day.

When Hassan is thinking of those things which can change his life, at this very right time, an unexpected storm is trying to blown out his last stand and makes his life sixes and sevens. A news came to him that his mother is serious ill. Hassan went in a hurry to their village and took his mother back to Dhaka. By lending money from his friends and acquaintances, he tried to get her mother well.

But what is the irony of fate? That family which by doing indescribable struggle was trying to meet their end, a great danger was present there. Hassan’s mother’s two kidneys was about to almost damage. It was an urgent need of 10 lacks taka to save his mother. So what would Hassan do now? He did not think of anything. But Hassan promised that he will save his mother’s life for the sake of his life and at the same time he did not know how he would manage everything. 

So, in this condition, one day when he was reading a newspaper, he went through a news of abduction and that news got place in his mind. He took it as if he found no way, he had to be walk over this way. From then he started to make plan.

By holding the ideals that Hassan who brought up himself gradually, that Hassan who never down his head before illegality and hardship, who never approached to the work is unethical, these ideals of Hassan is now telling him that “go and save your mother, there is no son as unworthy like you.”

After that, Hassan met with some of his friends who have political familiarity in the upper level of the society. He told about his plan to his friend that he want to abduct Apurbo, whose father has much money. He also told them that he wanted help from them but they refused him as he is poor. So planning with friends Hassan fixed that he would do this .It was the last way before him.

In the meantime, along with the friends of Hassan, he stared for abducting Apurbo. Hassan knew that Apurbo went to the field to the field in the afternoon and several times he dropped Apurbo there. So, went to the field when he called Apurbo came near to him.
Hassan: Where is you driver? You have to come with me brother.
Apurbo: where I have to go, sir?
Hassan: Your mother called me to drop you in your grandfather’s house. She could not reached your driver over phone. For this reason she asked me to drop you there.
Apurbo: Ok, that right. But who are those guys with you?
Hassan: Oh, God, I have forgot to tell you that they are my friends. We all came in this side for a work and then your mother rang me.
Apurbo: Just wait a minute. I will be there right now taking my bags.

So, Apurbo is now abducted. His father and mother is looking for their son here and thre. But Apurbo is nowhere, his father Mr. Ratul has also informed in the police station about his son loosing and told them to take immediate action. They assured him trying their best to find Apurbo out. At last, with a crying tone, Mr. Ratul phoned Hassan and told him that Apurbo is lost. We are not finding him anywhere. Please try to do something if it is possible. Hassan pretend to give them condolence and gave word to find out Apurbo. In this two days gone, in the third day MrRatuls phone rangout by an unknown call. Receiving the phone he heard that “Mr. Ratul, what do you want? Is it your son or 20 lacks taka, consider what you want and contact according to the massage which has sent to you.” Though Mr. Ratul informed this news to the police but it was his mind which to him to go in spite of depending on police.

Conscience is the greatest jury to human being. Hassan was also punished by the judge of his conscience. He could not gain victory over his ill thought. On other hand he was being under a conspiracy made by his friends, who had political control over them and most of them were addicted. By using their political support and to earn the expenses of their addiction they just tried play a game and they considered as Hassan as their instrument. But they all were in vain. By perceiving all their ill motives, Hassan being, at a stake, saved Apurbo despite his life risk and adverse condition of his mother. He surrender himself to the police and return back Apurbo to his parents. Though police also arrested all his bad friends, Hassan knew that they will set free as time allow them to be free because they have their backup hand which is rooted in our bad political practice. Neither Hassan has possibility to get such support nor does he have any magical power to get rid of this condition. So, he left his undone fate again in the hand of fate because he knew that without it there is nothing to determine the position of such ordinary fellows around the society. Depending on the steering of this fate they moved by the wheel of this world.

Binoy:
A Photograph

Written by:
Kohinoor Akter, 142-22-328
Kabir Hosen Saju, 142-22-329
Md. Nazrul Islam Sarkar, 142-22-330
Sumiya Mahmud, 142-22-331

Through the window I can only see that the greenery of the leaves is bathing in the rain. There is no space for air. Every single drop is taking another one with it. I am in my balcony watching the rainfall and in my mind there is a thought about Sumon.
What might he be doing in the heavy rain?
Sarif may be busy with his clients. She had to go outside with them. Should I send some lunch in his office to surprise him? No, I should call mother and father” Let me ask them why they are not returning from America. Elder sister’s child is almost 6 months old. I don’t understand. What’s the problem with her? Having a ten year old boy, she wants another child. Now she can’t manage two kids and my parents are with her to help. My parents also wanted another grandchild. I still don’t get the point why people give birth more children? As if we have nothing to do with our life. Let them come to my house a huge fight will start. I don’t know why their thoughts are so or though don? Undedicated rural people can think Like that but my family? They are rich, educated and cultured their thoughts should be modern. So many thoughts are in my mind and among them again I started to think of summon. A few days back I was coming from school after dropping Jitu. Near the Zia park my acar stopped at the signal. Right then he came to my car and I opened my glass window. He gave me a bunch of yellow roses. I put my hand outside the window and gave him twenty taka. Already summon knows I love yellow rose but today sarif took Jitu to school. U left home because he thought that it is better for me to stay at home. I wished the same because roads are covered with rain water and maline drain water makes it muddy and UN hygienic. I don’t like this muddy roads but I love rain fall. I should have gone today. He could bring me yellow roses. Sumon may be the same aged like my Jitu. “Ohh! What a poor boy he is” At this early age he has to sell flowers. I become very annoyed with those kinds of parents who lift their children in this hardship of life.
I don’t get the idea how any parents do this kind of attitude with their own child. Heavy rainfall, tough sunlight, polluted air everything is against their health and safety. These children also accepted the Life as it is Not Just summon, like him many children sell flowers, water, coke, plastic, toys, Ballots, flag, chips and many more. Some of them takes another child in their top and beg money from everybody. I couldn’t think of it how strange these people are. They send their children in signal for begging. They are cruel and selfish parents. I feel like disgusting for these people.
So many thoughts are capturing my mind when my eyes stocked in the clock it is 11a.m. I like outside light raindrops are still there. Heavy rain full stopped a long before.
I almost forgot my fridge is empty. There is no meat, no fish, no vegetables in it last night rain water blocked the roads otherwise sarif would bring everything.
If I ask for something or if I want something he brings it. He never says or argues about anything. He is very sensible rather than me. I cannot control my anger or emotion in front of anybody when I don’t get anything I shout, I scream, I break glasses and I create a scene or I quarrel with someone who is my dear one. Sarif is not like that. He is friendly and responsible. He is aware of everything going around him. But it seems he is not responding to anything as much as he should be.
Jitu is like his father. He is a calm boy but he is naughty too. His acts are so sensible when I say him to stop he never says a word. He is a kid but very sharp.
I cannot control my emotions. My parents always say” Sumi is always in a hurry. Whether is it going to stool, or is it towards study or is it marrying sarif before completing study. She never asks for anyone’s permission. She always does what she thinks is right” Yes I am whimsical. I don’twant to change myself. I don’t want any biddy to help me then why should I want anyone’s opinion or permission. Sometime sari makes fun of me. He says, “Your abrupt decision wills hart you must”. I do not pay any attention to his words.
I will suffer if I deserve if I don’t care what others say. Now I have to cook for lunch. It’s already getting late. I have to bring Jitu from school. My thoughts are taking my time.
Next two days have gone through heavy storm and rain. After 3 days I have come out to drop Jitu is his school. My car stopped at the signal. I put my windows down and looked around the roads, trees, sky. Everything reams to me clear, clean and fresh like never before. After a long period of time I find the smell of soil in the city it may be coming from the park. I put my face outside the window and take a deep broth it feels like a burden from my chest has gone. I like around but I could not find summon and there is no yellow roses for me. I saw some of his friends with chips, toys, water bottle etc. I asked one of the boy” Where is Summon”. The boy said sumon’s grandfather is ill that’s why he could not come. I asked him. “Do you know where he lives? The boy said. “Yes”. I take him with me in my car and he get into my car with his toys. We want to mirpur and stopped in front of a 5 storied building. The boy got down the car and said “go” and he started to walk without saying anything. I also get into the building. The gate was open where I started to go upstairs I queen a small room with apple door. I look inside there. I have seen someone lay on the bed and Sumon is doing something. When Sumon hears a sound in the door he looked at the door and recognized me and said “unity you are here? I said your friends informed me that your grandfather is ill that’s why I have come to saw you and him. He laughed and said “Hesi not my grandfather. He is my great grandfather means my grandfather’s “He is saying” He is 90 how long he could be will”. I smiled and said 90 years old man can’t be normal and lit”? Like a wise person he said” The average lifetime of man in Bangladesh is 60 years and my great grandfather is 90, he has lived extra 30 years”. I was going to say something before that the old man wakes up from sleep. Sumon in traduces me to him like “Aunt is a rich lady, my daily flowers customer. Has come to meet us.” The old man wants me to sit somewhere but the grey wall and cement floor the room has nothing even achair. So I had to sit in the bed beside the old man. I look at the face of the man, a light dark face where I can see lots of wrinkle. He is shivering in cold and fever but wanted to talk with me. I find him a near one with whom I haven’t met for many years. The man stands to talk by himself that he is so tensed for Sumon. This is his grandson Rahim’s only son. He said, he had only one son and two grandchildren, named Sumi and Rahim. Sumi was with her parents and Rahim was with him in the village. During Eid holiday Sumi’s parents were coming to village in a launch. The launch sank and they both died. By The grace of God Sumi was alive. Then he and his wife came to  Dhaka with two grandchildren Sumi and Rahim. His Wife used to work as a maid servant and he was a day labour. But due to her old age she could not work and she started legging and sometimes she took Sumi with her. Walking on the road she met with an army officer who used to talk with Sumi’s grandmother while he is on his morning walk. Sometimes the officer’s wife used to be with him. They heard about the tragic story of Sumi’s parents and the struggle of the two old people with two kids. One day the officer said to Sumi’s grandmother that his wife has only one child and she cannot give birth mother child. For his wife he wants Sumi as a second child. The officer his wife made Sumi’s grandmother understand that Sumi will get proper education, love up bringing which is impossible for two old grandparents.
The old man was saying his life’s story. Sumon and me both ware listening him attentively. He continued that he and his wife decided to give Sumi to a settled hand for a lifter life. The officer took her (Sumi) with great responsibility. The old man said, “the officer used to visit us every week and after few month he want to abroad”. Then he and his wife moved to another place with Sumi I never get the chance to meet my grandchild Sumi’s said the old man
“then my grandson Rahim grew up and married a girl and had this Sumon. But again I lost Rahim in a road accident and I left alone with my wife and Sumon. After the death of Rahim his grandmother did and Rahim’s wife married another man and lifeSumon alone”.
I was listening the tragic story which is a real life story. I felt sorry for this ok man. I was thinking something but suddenly Sumon asked his great grandfather “grandfather where is my Sumi aunt now? ”
The old man said he has no idea but he has a faith that he will meet her someday. The man said “ If she still lives with her parents then she must a 32 or 33 years old lady and she should have a child of 8 or 9 years old like Sumon”. I look at the man’s eye and there seems a magic of faith in it. I wanted to give him same money but he did not take it. He said “Hesues not need anything. The owner of the house kept him as a caretaker but now he is ill and another man is on duty. The owner did not have any pressure to him because he knows that Sumon and he both have no one in this world.
I left the place and asked Sumon if he needs something. He said he does not need anything.
I came back home and I could not think of anything except Sumon and the old man. I started to think of their merely and I talked but said nothing. After 7 days I want to Sumon’s house and sow the old man is in much better condition. I asked the permission to take summon with me. At first he became very surprised but he said, If Sumon comes with me he will be disappeared like his granddaughter Sumi. I said “nothing will happen like that. I ingested on him and said “will take great care of summon and he will get a future with family”. The man thought for some time and said “yes” but Sumon does not want to leave his great grandfather. The old man convinced Sumon that he is an old man and won’t live long and he will be free from thinking about his future.I have come with Sumon and feel very pleased that I have done great nobody work. Jitu became very happy to find a friend they two became friends in a few hours. Jitu bring out all of his toys and started to play. In evening Sarif has come to home and see him and go inside the bed room. At the time of dinner he said nothing. In the bedroom he just said “can you really accept another child and treat him like your own son”I confidently said ‘yes’. I thought why he has said this. Does he think “I can’t love Sumon?”
Slowly Sumon became a member as my family. He studies and plays with Jitu. He became close to Sarif and started to call him uncle. Within a few days he becomes a family member. Sarif asks about him fart when he return from office.
One day summon was playing and he suddenly broke Sarif’s games without saying anything to Sumon and Sarif rebuked Jitu that “you should be more careful becauseSumondoes not know which is as full for his father”. Jitu cried and started to complain against his father in front of me. Sarif and I get into a quarrel on the mother and our communication stopped for some days.
Sumon started to tack many new things and ideas to Jitu. He tacks him how to spread rice in balcony to feed birds and crows. How to sprinkle powder on the floor and how to slip on that. How one can fold lungi (men’s wear) like a half pant and how to dance” on music . Some more and more he thought. My maid was going to slip on the floor because there was powder on it that she did not know. Again maid complaint to me that Jitu and Sumon used slangs to stop her not to say anything to me.
My son Jitu was a good and obedient boy but Sumon’s Company made him naught and uncletared. Sumon started too due lord in my house. My husband and my son were no more nice. He starts to rule our them. I find everything was slipping and being snatched from my hands. Sumon’s presence makes me crazy and unbearable. I could not tolerate him in my home. His smile scenes to me a muck. He is not even listening that day his playing made me mad. I was near the door from there I saw Sumon is heating the iron and saying to Jitu to bring and ants because red ants are Hinde and he wants to punish them. Jitu was bringing red ants and putting it on the hot iron. Sumon was saying “Red ants are Hindus we should punish them and black ants are Muslims and our friends” I could not bean this anymore I want into the room and gave a tight slap on Sumon’s face. He said nothing except looking at me.
In the evening Sarifcomes from office and Jitu described the situation. Sarif come to me and said “Sumon is asked. What he knows about religion he only says what he distends from adults”. I said “I don’t want to put any narrow thought in my son’s mind. That night we form had dinner to gather but nobody said anything. All of us were silent.
Nest morning I went to make breakfast and I sow main door is open. I run in to Sumon’s room and could not find anybody. I understand everything. Then Sarif woke up and tried to console me. Then he left the house and after 3 hours he came to me and said us got the news that Sumon is in his bone safe. I did not say anything.
My days were panning. I work at home, go to Jitu’s school but in my home feel like alone. I feel like he is playing laughing, talking but nobody is there. He stayed only for me always. I could not bear his absence. I was restless and worried.
Two months have been paned but cake and every day I wait for him in the signal and his yellow roses but he never came. I feel like he is coming from this side or from that side but when I look around, I did not see anybody is there.
Since he has gone. I could not rest in peace one day without saying anything to anybody.  I want to Sumon’s house. There I net with the new caretaker whom I met when there was Sumon and his great grandfather. Care take said before one and a half month Sumon’s grandfather died. The owner of the building made all arrangement of his funeral because without Sumon the old man had nobody. I asked him “where is Sumon”? He said the boy left this house after his great grandfather’s death and now he sells goods in another signal. The case takes added Sumon said that he door not want to work in the signal where he unwed to work before. The man said, why Sumon said this he does not how;
I was leaving the house but the caretaker stopped me, gives me a bag and said, this thing belongs to the old man as he has no body in this world. I should accept it.Sumon did not take the bag. I said nothing and came with the boy and put it in Sumon’s room.
I speck to Sarif about my visit after sumon’s house. I look the address of the traffic signal where Sumon works now.
In the next day Sarif and I was standing as the footpath and we saw in a corner it is Sumon. He was so tired of the sun in the room and was resting for some time. When he saw Sarif he ran towards him and hugged him and hugged him and started to cry. He cried for a long time. He did not notice me but when he saw me he kept silent for some time. Sarif talked to him for sometime but I could not hear anything because I was maintaining a distance from him.
After sometime Sarif, Sumon and I get into the car and searched at our home. Again he became friendly with Sarif and Jitu but he did not talk with me.
One day I have seen Jitu and Sumon were playing with my album and Sumon’s great grandfather’s bag is open and there was huge amount of toys around them.
I want to clear the things where I see an old photo of a man and a woman and there on four years and one girl may be two as three years old. I thought this must be the old man’s son and daughter in law and their children Sumi and Rahim. I was looking other things then suddenly summon showed a picture from my album and said “look this two girls are same”.I look at the photo and I see the same girl Sumi in two photos. It did not taken me much time to understand that this sun is now some. The old photo’s parents are my parents and the old man was my grandfather and this Sumon is my dead brother Rahim’s son, my nephew. My tears were dropping from my eyes in silence. Jitu and Sumon called Sarif and he took two photo’s in his hand and said nothing except.“ miracle”. I put my head on his shoulder and crying and he semains silent.
After the in cident I semain upset and Sarif noticed that. He talked to my parents who are not mine. After two days they come leaving their own daughter in a condition like that and comes to see me. They said how they get me from my grandparents how they went abroad taking me. They said that “still I am their daughter”. They apologized to Sarif for hiding the truth but they also added that they raise me with the same love and affection as they done for their own child. They could not bear the suffering of their child so they come to see me. Slowly I become nonmal and insisted them to go to elder sister because she needs them too. They did not agree but I forced them to do that. Mother’s father left for America.
And now in the evening I am an my terrace. I started to think of summon me my parent’s. I thought I could not tolerate Sumon Just for thirty days but my parents raised me up and taking came for me for 30 years. Though they have child they accepted me and brought me up like their own child.  For a single moment I could not even saclike that I have no relation with the man and woman. I love them but now their suspect grows light in my eyes. I flit myself so small in frast them. “How selfish and mean I was with a kid like Sumon though he was by brother’s son”.
I can now hear sound of Azan coming from the manqué. The sky becomes reddish yellow and turning to be grey. Everything seems to me gravy. Birds are flying towards their home and it’s the time for me to go. I came town where I came in front of my door I found it open. I came into the house and found Sarif has come and playing football in living room. I smiled at them and went to my bed room. From the balcony of my room I can hear the sound of their game they are screaming and saying goal! Goal! Sumon and Jitu are saying we won! We won! I thought yes they won.

Binoy:
Perdue Parapet

Written by:
Md. Nazmul Hashan
Kohinur Akter
Israt Jahan
Mamataz Chowdhury

Bakul lives at Mahakhali.
He has nobody in this world, but his mother and a younger sister, Shimu. He and his mother Shefali Begum have suffered a great sorrow for a long time. 
In his childhood Bakul lost his father, but not the hope and hard work. By dint of his extreme talent and hard work he became a successful engineer now and got a smart job.
After joining as an engineer in a Telecom Company he hired a flat at Mahakhali. His wish is to keep his mother with him up there, but his mother doesn’t agree to leave her husband’s house. After so many requests, Shefali Begum agreed to come in Dhaka.
Now-a-days, few proposals of marriage start to come for Bakul. Shefali Begum has decided to give her son few times to get a decent girl who will be very innocent and humble and careful to him and for the family. She has nothing to get in her life, but a decent bride for her son. Sometimes she feels to assort few names for her grandchildren. But now a day her body is not responding as good as it used to be. She didn’t inform her son. –‘why she should’ while she knows her son will tense a lot without a reason and ‘which mother would want to put his son in restless mood’?
In the mean time, when Bakul was at his office, his sister Shimu calls him with an anxious voic and tells him, “Brother, come home as early as possible. Mom became senseless.”
Suddenly he feels that he is no more in the world. But as he was very calm-headed men he controls himself and replies to his sister, “don’t worry, everything will be fine. I am coming”.
Then Bakul calls an ambulance and gets himself out from his office. His residence was very near to his office. After coming home he found his mother is at her conscious, but she wasn’t uttering any word, just was staring at everything. In the meantime Ambulance reached and they have started for Square Hospital.
It is 1 P.M. now and it is not supposed to be so much traffic jam on the road. But the ambulance stops when it reaches at Jahangir Gate. Some people are giving them a way to move when they are hearing the shrill of the ambulance. The ambulance starts moving slowly.
After half an hour they reach near of the prime minister office. Bakul notices that there is no traffic jam on the other side of the road then why they are being stopped here, why police are not allowing them to let their ambulance move further, Bakul thinks. He hears that our prime minister will pass by and that is why no vehicle is allowed to go.
Bakul comes out from the ambulance and goes to the duty officer. He describes the whole things and asks mercy from him and asks permission from him to go as early as they can.
“Sir, my mother is needed to be hospitalized as soon as possible. Please sir, let us go”
‘I can’t. There is some protocol to follow’.
“Please sir, I am begging from you. Give my mother’s life”.
‘Well I have nothing to do. I hope your mom will be alright. Madam is about to go, so I can’t help you’.
“Please sir, just let us go, it will not make any difference at prime minister’s security, please sir”
‘No, I said sorry’.
After requesting so many times Bakul fails to manage the duty officer and come back to the ambulance with a distressed heart. Ambulance continues to whistle and make sharp sound. He has hold his mother’s hand tightly……………..
After 7 years!!!
Today is the third birthday of Bakul’s son. His wife tells him to come back early today. She has invited several guests for the birthday party which is going to take place at the evening. But again a huge traffic jams on the road. In the same time an ambulance is shrilling sharply. The government has changed, but the situation is still same as same as it was at 7 years ago.  Bakul notices that his eyes suddenly become full of tears. He just whispers, “How long it’s been I haven’t slept on my mother’s lap”.
7 years ago, on that day when he reached the hospital, doctor said, “She is no more; u guys took time to reach her at hospital, it was necessary to push oxygen a bit earlier. I am sorry”. 
Even today, after 7 years, the face of that police officer is clearly remembered to him. Even Bakul silently curses him as well. He curses every responsible person for that brutal incident. He can’t do anything, but to curse.  This country is not allowing him to do more than that.
He stares at the sky and he finds his eyes full of with tears.

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