Students' Story Writing Project

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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.

[Binoy]

The Victim

Written by:
Tunazzina Mosaddeque, ID: 142-22-316
Suraiya Tabassum, ID: 142-22-322
Md. Shariful Islam Jakaria, ID: 142-22-315
Md. Nurul Islam, ID: 142-22-318

The microbus started for Natore at 10 a.m. Monir Mia and some of his dearest relatives were going to Rumel’s house to inform them about their decision observing the condition of their family as their family invited after the eldest daughter of Monir Mia named Jerin had been chosen by them. At Nandigram, the tire became suddenly flat. Everyone got down from the microbus and they whispered:
"The incident of tire bust was not a good sign at very beginning of this journey."
Monir Mia became dishearten for the unexpected event. Though they got rid of the accident, he was little bit upset as it happened in the very beginning of his daughter’s marriage.                                               
The journey came to the end. They talked with Rumel with whom Jerin was going to be married. Rumel worked as a medical representative in a renounced Pharmaceutical Industry. He looked smart, handsome and well behaved. Rumel told about himself and his job,his desire everything. He told:
 “Not only but also have all of my family members never wanted to have dowry from you.We were searching out an educated beautiful girl who can adjust with my family. My father and mother chose Jerin as their daughter in law.”
Other special member of Rumel’s family repeated the same opinion. Monir Mia was highly glad.After finishing the conversation part they took lunch. At the time of drinking water the glass was fallen down from the hand of Monir Mia and broken down. Again Monir Mia was strike. He asked himself:
“Why repeatedly the unwanted things were being happened!”   
However both the family exchanged their desire. Monir Mia was a peon of a government bank. He had been suffering for long three years. He was pleased to see the boy. But his heart was hesitating; his mind was thundering. He did not know why?
Lastly Rumel’s family wanted to fix the date of marriage. Monir Mia took 15 days. Returning from Natore Monir Mia consulted with other family members. Some were agreeing and some were not interested considering few negative aspects. Some said:
“We should fix the date in the month of Joistho not in Boishakh, because this month is not recognized for marriage. If it happens it will bring Sorrows in future.”
Both the family members were continuing conversation. But one morning Rumel’s uncle wanted to know from Monir’s wife:
 “What will you give our son?”
The lady told: "We would give TV, Freeze and other furniture they used primarily.
Then he wished:  “What about gold? “Gradually they demanded five gram gold. Monir Mia was fired.
He said: “I will not go ahead any longer for this case.”
But Rumel requested him and his father to be agreed with the proposal given by his family.He used to talk with Jerin on cell phone always after choosing her this time he also requested her:
“Please fulfill what parents demand.”
Jerinsaid: “How? It is impossible for my father to carry the heavy load! Please make them understand the reality. Besides you all said that you would take nothing from us.Then why are you feeling so badly?”
At a stage the subject became so difficult. Both the parties objected,protested and lastly they stopped talking. But Jerin who was the student of first year (B.A. Hon’s) became very frustrated. She never loved any boy. She was a very simple girl. She didn’t even talk to any boy about love. But here she liked the boy seeing and talking with him. She was surprised to notice all the things. Especially when she heard from a reliable source that she might have been trapped after being married. She continuously questioned herself:
"Why was this happened to me? Of course I was an unfortunate girl so this thing was happened with me."
Rumel and his family was not really what Jerin’s family thought. The boy was drug-addicted. His father was psycho.In fact they were very greedy. Jerin was very shocked to observe human’s character.
Monirmia did not believe in superstition. But the bust tire and broken glass changed his mental belief. He prayed and showed gratitude to god for blessing them.
But nobody knew Jerin became determined not to accept any other boy in her life.

[Binoy]

Kidnapping

Written by:
Saiyed Atikur Rahman, 141-22-312
Md. Mahmud Hossain, 141-22-311
Himadree Shekhar Banik, 141-22-313

A few years ago a graduate lady joined a renowned English medium school in a city. Her name is Jayoita. She came from in a poor class family. She was mainly a Teacher of English. The girl was   Handsome and beautiful. That’s why some of her student felt love for her and even proposed their love to her. She avoided those proposals. Among the students Manish was one of them. He read in class 12. He fall in love within a few days after joining in this school. He made a good relationship with her as a student. As he was an weak student, he requested his teacher to teach him in her home as a private tutor. Jayoita agreed him and showed interest to teach him in her home. Manesh started to learn from her going to her home. Thus, some days passed. One day He directly proposed his love to Jayoita.  Jayoita become little surprised at this. Manesh said-         
Manesh: Mam, I want to tell an important thing to you today. 
Jayoita: Yes, Manesh. But you are looking so serious?
What happened?                                         
Manesh: Actually, I started to like you from your first class.
Jayoita: Is it for my teaching style?
Manesh: No. It is not for that. Actually special feeling has been growing in my mind around you. After a few days I have realized that I have fallen in love for you.   
Jayoita: What ?
Manesh: Yes, Jayoita. I’m telling the truth. I love you so much.
Jayoita: But, how is it possible?
Manesh: Everything is possible in the world of love.
Jayoita: Look, Manesh. I am few years older then you. Besides, you are from one of the richest family and look at me. I’m from a poor family. 
Manesh: So what? Love is not restricted by any class, race or age.
Jayoita: Our families don’t allow this. Society  can’t allow this relationship. It’s an actual fact.
Manesh: If you are with me, I will manage anything. Anything will not be obstacle for me. 
Jayoita: ok, I accept your love. I love you also very much, Manesh. 
Thus, the love affair was made between them. Their level of relationship became deeper. Emotional love turned to sexual love. Thus they passed their sweet days. But any one of school could not realize their relationship. After a few days someone disturbed Jayoita by calling her. He often irritated Jayoita by calling her in mobile. Jayoita identified that actually he was her Ex-boy friend. His name was Rajat. She requested him not to disturb her. But he can not stop. Disturbing her. She informed this to Manesh. Manesh spoke to him through mobile. Rajat threaded him through mobile. But Manesh did not care of this. He considered it as a silly matter. In a holiday, they went for a long tour. After a day-long tour they returned Jayoita’s home at 10:00 pm. After returning home they saw the destructive scenery of the house. Everything’s fall down here and there. They observed the distorted picture of, the interior of the house. They become surprised at this. They got a piece of paper where there was writing something. Actually in that writing Rajat  threaded  Manesh. In this writing he told if he tried to advance more in the relation with Jayoita, he (Rajat) would kill him in an time by any means. Jayoita was very pariced and afraid reading the story. She suggested Manesh to break the relationship and to go away for her life. Otherwise he had to loss to his life. Manesh suggested her not to be tensed at this. He (Manesh) was always with her and would stay with her in future. In that night, he decided that he would marry her within a few days. He told her to be mentally prepared for the marriage . He left the house at the night. After two days, in the very early morning Manesh phoned Jayoita and told her an address to attend on the time. Probably he wanted to marry her on the day. Manesh reached at the place on time. But Jayoita did not come yet. He waited and tried on her cell phone. But Jayoita did not received the phone. After a few minutes he got a call from an unknown number. He received the call and heard from an unknown person that Jayoita was in danger in her house. Hearing this he left the place and rushed to her house. In the middle way some young men came in front of them. One of them pressed his mouth with a hander chief and at this Manesh lost his sense. They took  him in a car and left place quickly. Thus, the whole day and evening passed. At night , his parents tried to call him. But his phone was switched off. At midnight, Mr. Bhatia, Manesh’s father got a call heard that his son was kidnapped in morning. Hearning this news they got pan iced  and informed it to police commissioner Mr. Sharma of the police head quarters  of the area. Mr. Bhatia urged him to find his son quickly. In the next morning , he and his subordinates started their investigation. They went to his school and flocked to his classmates and some teachers. On the day, Jayoita was not present in the school. Mr. Sharma wanted to know the reason of her absence. The headmaster of the school told him that she took leave of Absence in advance for some days. Mr. Sharma also went to the house of Manesh and talked to his parents. They collected some primary information’s about the boy and also collected the phone number from which he got the call at last night. Mr. Sharma suspected that the boy might be kidnapped only for money. Mr.Bhatia was one of the richest person of the city. Kidnappers kidnapped the boy knowing his vast property and wealth. Thus some days passed by Mr Sharma again went to his school for his investigation. In that day, Jayoita was present in the school. He asked Jayoita about the boy . at that time , parents of Manesh were present in the school. Jayoita told the actual matter very clearly.
Jayoita: Actually I know the person who kidnapped Manesh.
Mr sharma: Who is he?
Jayoita: My ex boy friend , Rajat kidnapped Manesh. Actually, Manesh loved me. I also loved him. Our relation is built 4 months ago.
Mr Sharma: Who you ensure that Rajat is liable for this?
Jayoita: Actually he threatened me for a few months by calling in phone. He told me to break the relationship. For the last time, we got a paper his writing in my house. In this he threatened Manesh of killing him.
Mr Sharma: That’s right . But do you get any call through phone after kidnapping him?
Jayoita: No, sir.
At that time, Mr. Bhatia got the call of his phone from an unknown number. Actually Rajat phoned him. Rajat told that he kidnapped Manesh. He wanted  50 lack taka for realizing his son. But Manesh added two conditions at this. Money should be brought by Jayoita and it should not be addressed to police.
Manesh told that money should be brought tomorrow. He mentioned the time and location where she would bring the money. Mr. Bhatia told all things to police commissionaire. He didn’t realize why Rajat told Jayoita to bring money. He thought that he must had any purpose to bring her. He easily realized that Jayoita must had something to hide. Jayoita showed her interest at this for realizing Manesh quickly. Mr.Sharma considered her as a part of whole thing. In next morning she took 50 lac taka from Mr. Bhatia and started to go to the address on time from his house. Mr. Sharma engaged some polices of civil dresses to follow. They followed her going in a car. After walking some ways, she was stopped a few young persons who wore masks so that they couldn’t be identified. They took her in a car. The car hadn’t number plate. It rushed from the place very quickly. The car polices couldn’t follow that car. They informed it to the police commissioner. He ordered to set up check post in all the borders of the area so that they couldn’t flee away. At that time, they set up check post and checked all the transports. At that night Jayoita and Rajat were arrested at the time of passing the border of area. At first Jayoita blamed Rajat to kidnap her. But the polices didn’t believed them. They sent them to police office. According to Rajat’s speech, they found out Manesh in a dark house. He was tied with a rope and bamboo. His mouth was closed with a piece of cloth. They realized him and went to police office. Then inspector took them to jail and started to ask the pros and cons of kidnapping. At first they didn’t want to tell original story. That time the police officer forced them to speak out the original story.  Then Jayoita opened her mouth. She told that Manesh  was used as a tool of her financial development. Jayoita confessed  that, she was the main planner of this kidnapping. She made a trap of love in which Manesh fall. She also told that they wanted to lead a luxurious life. That’s why they needed a lot of money. So, she acted as a lover and Rajat associated her time to time for making this plan successful. At last hearing this Manesh realized that he fall in false love. At last, Manesh said to Jayoita that she was the scandal of the nation of teachers.   

[Binoy]

A New Beginning

Written by:
Nusrat Binta Abdullah, 141-22-307
Md. Asraful Alam, 141-22-305
Jafrin Yeasmin, 141-22-308
Mahedi Azim, 141-22-306

The name of the village is Rasulpur. Everything of the village is like picture. There is a touch of greenery everywhere. Sometimes it seems like a dream island. There’s a zigzag path which is going through the entrance of the village. Most of the people of the village are living below poverty line. It seems poverty is the constant indicator of their daily life. They are too ambitious but their ambition is only to take some rice and vegetables in their daily meal. Education is like a precious stone for them. Therefore only a few families are interested in it and send their children to school which is more than half miles away from their village. 
Ayesha and Rehana are two close friends. Every day they cross more than half miles to reach their school. Likewise other day one day they are going to school. They are gossiping about different matters regarding their schools and their future plan.
Ayesha: Do you know my future plan?
Rehana: Not really. What?
Ayesha: In future I would like to be a doctor of my village. Because I think it’s a noble deed. And it’s my earnest desire to do something for my villagers. At the same time it would help me to gather experience which I can apply to my working zone.
Anyway Ayesha is a young girl about 13 years old. Although she is meritorious but she is little bit unsteady like a sparrow moving from here to there. But she has a soft corner for her villagers and she always wants to involve herself in any social activities. As for this reason she choose herself to be a doctor to serve her villagers.
Hearing Ayesha’s plan Rehana begins to laugh ha ha hi hi. Ayesha can’t understand why she is laughing. She asks her friend why she is laughing like a mad without any reason.
Rehana; Oh Ayesha you talking so ridiculously that I can’t tolerate myself from laughing.
Look Ayesha at your old father and his poor income. Now tell me is it possible in his                    Part to bear your all educational expenses. Moreover in a village like Rasulpur it’s                   quite impossible to take higher education. It seems like day dreaming.
After hearing Rehana’s explanations Ayesha give a slight smile in her face and tells her, ok Rehana I’ll take it as a challenge. Just wait and watch what happen next.
Rehana: Ok let’s see what happen.   
Finally the cherished day come in Ayesha’s life. The night before the publication of her JSC result, she can’t sleep at all. The whole night she was wandering from here to there with lots of hopes and desires. The next morning. It’s about 10am. Ayesha is preparing herself for school. When Ayesha reached there she has seen that everyone is dancing and laughing. One of her closest friend Parven comes towards her and give her hug.
Ayesha: what happen Parven?
Parven: don’t you have any idea of your result?
Certainly Ayesha feels little bit scared and she also feels that her whole body is shrinking. She asks Parven in a low voice what is my result?
Parven: you actually don’t know your result at all?
Ayesha: no. Moreover I just come now. Then how could I know my result.
Parven: oh really. Oh my foolish witty friend you got GPA-5 and that is golden.
On hearing this from Parven’s mouth she can’t believe for a single moment. She hastily goes towards the result board and see yes she actually got golden GPA-5.
Ayesha then gives a high jump with great joy and begins to participate in the victory dance along with Parven. Suddenly her eyes have caught her bosom friend Rehana. After seeing her she goes towards her and says to her friend it just a beginning of my success, Rehana. I count it as my first step to fulfill my dream says Ayesha in a loud enthusiastic voice.
Ayesha then happily returns to her house and gives the news to her parents. Her mother became very excited. Mr. Rahim and Mrs. Rahima, parents of Ayesha feels extremely happy.
Mrs Rahima: oh my lovely child you give me such a news which certainly get rid of my all distress and pain.
Mr. Rahim: now its tome to think about marriage. You should also think this matter seriously.
Ayesha: oh dad I want to read more and want to take higher education. Mom please tell mother I am not prepared for marriage right this stage.
Mrs. Rahima: ok later I’ll discuss it with your father. Now you should change your dress honey. Go inside and take some rest too.
A few months later the school organized an award giving ceremony where the meritious students would be honored with prizes and certificates. The chairman is the chief guest of the ceremony. Everyone praises Ayesha for her outstanding result. When Ayesha appears before the stage she faces an embarrassing situation. The chairman holds her hand for a long time when he handed over the certificate to her.
The chairman: Give his hand on Ayesha’s shoulder and says you are the future of my village.
After seeing he made up her mind that he would marry this girl by hook or crook.
A few days later some of the sycophants of the chairman appears before Ayesha’s parents and tell him that he does not need to share crops with the chairman. On hearing this Mr. Rahim was utterly surprised.
Mr. Rahim: Oh Rahima am I dreaming or is it a nightmare?
Mrs. Rahima: I think he may be happy due to your honesty and hardworking. That’s it. So don’t worry dear.
On that following night the chairman was busy in convincing her earlier wives. He gives them new sari, churi, lipstick and Neil polish.  He has three wives named Jomela, Romela and Pamela. He is a man about 55 year’s old. He first moves towards his former wife Jomela.
The chairman: you are looking very pretty but you are looking even prettier if you wear this sari and churi.
Jomela: thanks sir.
The chairman: oh my dear Pamela where have you been. Look what have I brought for you.
Pamela; what’s the matter sir. You behave differently today. Anything happen?
The chairman: oh honey, you are talking ridiculously. Am I not love you?
Pamela: surely. After all you are my only loving husband.
The chairman: give her a hug. Then slightly laugh and says aside obviously something happens.   
Today the morning is very shinny. It seems a beam of light is playing hide and seek. Under the Bunyan tree a young boy about 25 years old named Tarun gives the villager different knowledge about health, education, and other necessary issues. He is an orphan boy who lives in a shanty house. The chairman forcedly seized away all his property. He is now involving in a secular society whose main motto is to enlighten the villagers from all kinds of darkness. Even Ayesha who got GPA-5 in her JSC exam is taught by Tarun. But many of the villagers didn’t like her visits to Tarun’s place. But Ayesha didn’t care those and for her Tarun is a source of knowledge for him.
On the other hand Ayesha’s father was reluctant to take her any more higher education. He believes that girls are not taking part in family income. As Ayesha is the eldest one so she should start first among the three. So he decides to find a good boy for Ayesha as soon as possible.
Mr. Rahim; Look Ayesha from today you need not go to school. You should stay at home and help your mother. I have decided to give your marriage as soon as possible. So you should prepare yourself.
On hearing Ayesha begins to cry. Oh my dear Lord what should I do now, tell me. On the other hand one of the chairman sycophant was passing through Ayesha’s house and hear everything. He tells it the chairman and he became very happy. He calls upon Ayesha’s father at his residence and give him the proposal that he wants to marry Ayesha. And I will make you free from all the debts. On hearing this
Mr. Rahim; obviously it’s a good proposal but I need to talk to my wife.
The chairman: ok. I’ll give you two days to think. But you have to give an answer immediately.
Ayesha’s father talking to his wife Mrs. Rahima about Ayesha’s marriage.
Mr. Rahim: oh Rahima I have brought a good news for you.
Mrs.Rahima: what’s dear?
Mr. Rahim: I have found a good proposal for our Ayesha. Do you know who that lucky guy is? He is None other than chairman sahib.
Mrs. Rahima: oh dear what are you talking about. He is much older than Ayesha. He is like her father’s age.
Mr. Rahim: I know that. But age doesn’t matter. Look if Ayesha is the wife of the chairman then We need not think about her. She’ll be happy there. Moreover the chairman make us                     Free from all debts and give the land to me permanently. After that we need not look for anyone mercy. There will be peace and peace.
Mrs. Rahima: ok dear, I agree with you. But in such a way we cannot destroy our Ayesha’s life. Think logically and then answer me is it right for our daughter. Although we can certainly find peace but it’ll be harmful for Ayesha.
Mr. Rahim: oh dear Rahima you’re absolutely right. Thanks for helping me to give the right decision. Don’t tell Ayesha anything about this matter.
Two days later Mr. Rahim appears before the chairman with a slight smiling face. Sir both me and my wife are not agreed with this proposal. Please forgive us.
Mr. Rahim; my wife is strongly against the marriage. You are more like father to her. Then how could it possible.
The chairman: that’s it. Do you know Uncle what are you talking about. You have rejected my proposal. So you have to pay for it uncle. Get lost.
Mr. Rahim left the place in a very anxious way. The chairman send some sycophants to kill Mr.Rahim and try to make a situation that it seems an accident. Ayesha’s mother became very anxious. In the evening she learnt from a neighbor that her husband died due to an accident. She start cry and clearly realized who did this. Some days later the chairman appears before Ayesha’s mother and told him in a very polite voice I think aunt you’ve understand everything very clearly. So I’ll give you second chance. If you deny my proposal then I’ll kill you children.
Mrs. Rahima: (with fear) ok sir I am agree with the proposal.
The chairman tell her don’t talk to Ayesha regarding marriage.
Ayesha’s marriage date has finally fixed. It’s on 10th August. Ayesha can’t take the matter easily that today is her marriage ceremony. And she even does not know or see her husband either. She can’t understand what she’ll do now. If she learn the matter early then she can do something. She can neither commit suicide nor to elope.  Her friends helps her to get prepared. Suddenly Rehana and Parven heard that Ayesha’s hobo husband has already been arrived. They are getting excited to see who that lucky guy is. As soon as they have seen the face of Ayesha’s hobo, they were utterly surprised. It’s none other than the chairman. They felt very sorry for Ayesha. They begin to think how to stop the marriage. Therefore they have decided to go towards Tarun who may help them in this case as he is involved in secular society.
They hastily run towards Tarun’s house but they didn’t find him there. They felt very disappointed. When they are crossing the zigzag path of the village, slightly Rehana’s eye has Caught Tarun at the river side. They then reached the river side and then
Parven: Brother Tarun we have faced such a serious problem. We can’t see no other option           except you. Only you could help us from this problem.
Tarun: please tell me what happen. Only then I can help you.
Rehana: Ayesha’s father has forcedly given her marriage to the old bloody chairman. And the   
Most weird thing is that poor Ayesha does not know whom she has been marrying.
Tell me is it right or wrong. Now its your turn to help Ayesha from that demon Chairman who has already married three times.
Tarun; oh dears, don’t worry at all. As long as I am alive, I cannot make that devil chairman to be successful in his dirty desire. You just go to Ayesha’s house. I’ll return there within a few minutes along with the villagers and the member of secular society.
At Ayesha’s house your work is to delay the wedding.
On the other hand when Ayesha learns that she would be the wife of the old chairman, she became senseless. At that time Rehana and parvenu reached Ayesha’s house to console her.
When the Kaji sahib start the wedding rules and laws then her Ayesha’s friend became very worried as neither Tarun nor the Villagers appeared there. Certainly Tarun appeared with villagers.
Tarun: You can’t marry a girl who is about 15 years old. If you do that it would be counted as a crime. Now Kaji Sahib asked the girl’s opinion in this marriage. But Ayesha remain quiet and says nothing.
The chairman: I am not willing to obey your law, little boy.
Tarun: you have to listen to my word otherwise we are persuaded you towards the jail.
After hearing this the chairman became very angry and ordered his sycophants to teach Tarun a good lesion. At that time the villagers raised their voice but the chairman threated them by saying them to cause harm their family. The villagers became afraid and worried about their family. They said Tarun sorry as they can go against the chairman. At that time the chairman felt very happy and told his sycophant to tie Tarun’s hand tightly and imprisoned him in a room. He then told the Kaji to start the marriage process. All became lose their hope.
Certainly a police officer and with his officers arrived there.
 Police office: Sir what are you doing. This is against the law.
The chairman: officer, do you have any idea who am I? Do you how powerful am I?
Police officer: No. and I don’t want at all. I asks for the last time whether you stop the marriage or not?
The chairman: no.
Ayesha feels good at that moment. On the other hand her friend rescued Tarun.
Tarun: sir why you are getting late. Arrest this barbarous man along with his sycophants. So finally the police officer arrest the whole gang and left the place.
Tarun:  aunt, do you know that you are going to commit a great blunder.
Mrs. Rahima remain silent.
Tarun: Look aunt, if you give marriage Ayesha at 15 then it would be counted as child marriage which is a serious crime. Moreover it may causes great danger to health of a teeneger girl like Ayesha. As a result you might be arrested.
Mrs. Rahima: Please forgive me, Tarun. she start crying loudly and tells i have something to share with all of you. Ayesha your father did not die due to accident rather its the evil deed of the chairman. She even threaten me to kill my child if i deny his proposal. Tarun,You have saved not only Ayesha’s life but also save me from the evil deed. We are really greatful to you son.
Hearing this Ayesha also begins to cry and tells I have lost the most important things in my life, my poor father. Her friend consoles her.
Tarun: Please,aunt don’t mention this. It is one of my responsibility. If you want to thank someone then give thanks to Rehana and Parven. Otherwise it would not possible on my part to stop the wedding.
Mrs. Rahima; thanks to both of you.
Rehana and Parven give a smile and says after all Ayesha is our best friend. Then how could we fall her into danger.
Mr. Rahima: Ok Ayesha please forgive me..
Ayesha: No mom.Its not your fault at all. And thanks to you all for supporting me.Thanks Tarun vai.
Tarun: Oh, please forget this. You know there is ups and down in our life so is true for good and bad. But in this time we should be brave and calm. We should prepare ourselves to face any kind of adverse situation. Always remember after the nighmare we always have a nice morning. Let’s start a new beginning with new hopes.

[Binoy]

Black Hole

Written by:
Sharjana Parveen
Kazi Sazzad Hossain
Nawrin Islam
Md. Masud Parvaj

Dark night! I am sitting beside my window. Its 2.30 am now. Usually I don’t sit here at this time because I feel bad. This dark view brings a dark scene in my mind - my father quarrels with my mother and beats her every now and then. They had huge wealth but on the other hand their inner minds were so narrow. They always kept busy with themselves. They didn’t have enough time to take care of me and I brought up carelessly on the lap of our home maid. From then I introduced with dark. But I cannot be able to reach so close to dark. It always frightens me. But I’m feeling different tonight. The breeze blows my mind so cheerfully. I am very happy now. But I can’t find any source of my unknown feeling. I take sip of my favorite drink. I thought it will work because I took many of my important decisions after taking this. I don’t feel any disturbance after taking this. It has been with me for long eight years. I chose it to avoid the everyday quarrel between my parents. I never know how much time I am taking to find the source of my happiness. Suddenly my eyes go towards the lady who is lying on my bed. How nicely she lies. I feel attracted whenever I see her. She embraces one of the pillows with her two arms and some of her hairs are lying on her face. it extends her beauty. It has been five years we are together but we didn’t marry. Actually we didn’t get enough time to get marry. Yaba, heroin and other drugs kept me far to marry her. But its not a big deal. We are happy. We love each other and it is the main thing. But I don’t understand why she is looking so tired tonight. May be she is working hard now a days. Sleep soft, beloved. 
Suddenly I look over the calendar, I feel extremely happy when I see the date because I have found the source of my happiness. Today we are going to marry. Last night we have taken the decision. How can I forget it so early? What’s wrong with me? It seems I am losing my memory every minute. Although doctors have said that something like that will happen. Tonight I want to see the lady who is lying on our bed. I won’t disturb her. I’ll just see her beauty. She looks as innocent as a new born baby. I am fascinated by her innocence. All pasts are floating in my eyes.
I was then a young man of 20 years. I was surrounded by drugs every day. Before the class, after the class, in music class, with friends I was busy with drugs. Even at home, I secretly took drugs to find peace. My home seemed hell to me. That time these drugs were my closest friends. I was enclosed by the fence called drugs. Those were my only companion. I can’t even see any girl in a amorous way. I fell in love with drugs.
One day I reached home late and found my parents are quarrelling with each other. It would be very normal to me but I was exhausted that day. I was refused from different music companies from releasing a song of me. They called it was a rubbish. What nonsense. They didn’t know about music actually. I insulted them with rough words and left the place angrily. I was so depressed then and I didn’t know what to do. And when I found them quarreling I become so angry and break some of the furnitures and leave home. I decided to leave the place for forever. I didn’t find any peace in my home. I t was getting worse to me. Rather than I was happy with my best friends. The drugs. 
After leaving home I took shelter in my friend’s home. Nirob, such a nice boy and very helpful. He was lonely in the city. He had a home of his home in Old Dhaka. His family left Dhaka two years back and permanently settled in USA. He is living here to complete his graduation. After six months he will also fly to his parents.
Thinking about this I thought his home will be safe for me. When I requested him he agreed. From the mid of the year I started living in my friend’s home. I concluded my study because it was not possible for me to continue. I kept myself busy in making jingle of different TV commercial. It was my good luck that my friend gave many opportunities to make jingle of different TVC. By this I earned money for myself. It was enough for me.
It was 14th February of any year I can’t remember. All of our friends decided to celebrate this Valentine’s Day. We went to Sohrawardi Uddyan to celebrate. We sat on the field in a circle. In that moment I saw a foreign girl was making fun with children of slums. It was amazing to see her. I was attracted by her innocence. I don’t remember how long I’ve watched her. I can only say I got my senses when one of my friends shook me. They were so surprised because I had never seen any girl in that way. I couldn’t stop seeing her. For the first time in my life I put down drugs from my hand. I stood and walked slowly towards the girl. Then I saw she was playing merrily with kids.
- Excuse me.
- Yes.
- May I talk to you?
- Sure, why not?
- My name is Himel. And you?
- Nasa
- What?! Nasa! Really, very interesting name.
-Yes I know.
- You are from -
- Actually, I am from Bangladesh.
- Oh really? I was wrong. But you look like a foreigner, I mean, your pronunciations, gesture everything are different.
- I born in Bangladesh but I had been living in England for 15 years.
- Oh. It’s nice to meet you.
- Same here. Okay, I am little busy right now, I will see you later. Take care.
- Yes sure. Take care.
I came back but I visited the same place every day to see her but my luck betrayed me all time. I couldn’t forget her face, she is the first girl who made scratch in my mind. I was so thirsty to meet her. I never stopped to take drugs in that time. Actually it was helpful for me to drag me out from her. But the girl may be made a permanent place in my mind.
It was a rainy day. I woke up from bed 10:00 a.m. I pulled the curtain and the drop of rain touched my face. I felt something sacred in my mind. I got ready and walked through the Sohrawardi Uddyan. It was raining in the field. Some university students were enjoying the rain. But my mind was not ready for enjoying. I was looking for something different. A sacred face.
Suddenly I saw that girl, playing with those kids in a shed. I could not believe my eyes. She was there, my new drug was there. I went to her with slow steps.
- Excuse me
-Yes
- How are you Nasa?
- Sorry. I can’t remember you.
- What? Okay, doesn’t matter.  I can help you, 14t February, Sohrawardi Uddyan, I met you. I was surprised to know you are a Bangladeshi.
- Oh God. I get it. How are you? Your name is...
- Himel. My name is Himel.
- Yes. Himel, how are you now?
- I am fine. Can I talk with you for some time?
- Anything serious?
- No, nothing like that. Can you give me some time of yours?
- Sorry. I can’t. These kids will be unhappy if I leave. Next time hopefully. Please, don’t mind.
- Ok. No problem. You better take my card. I will be very glad if you call me when you free.
- Yes sure. Sorry again for today. Hope meet you soon. Bye
- Bye
I didn’t accept the refusal. It hurt me very much. I never thought she would refuse me like this. But I didn’t lose my heart. I tried almost five times after that day. One day afternoon I got a call from an unknown number.  I was surprised when I hear the heavenly voice.
- Hello.
- Hello. Am I talking with Himel?
- Yes, who?
- I am Nasa.
- Oh my god. Nasa? I can’t believe. How are you?
- Fine. Are you free today evening? I want to meet with you.
- I am absolutely free. Tell me where to come.
- Dingi. I will be waiting for you.
- See you there. Thanks.
Just like that we were getting closer after the meeting. Just like a film.  Conversations, friendship, hang out, propose of my love to her, deny and accept. She did not know that I was an addicted person. Even I tried my best to hide it from her. Because she was a perfect girl, I did not want to mix her up with the dark world.
I was away from home. Sometime I missed my parents, my mother’s kiss on my forehead. But Nasa pulled me out from the sorrow. I was happy with her. In the mean time my friend left Bangladesh to USA and I took the house in rent. After leaving home I created my new heaven in own hand.
My happy days didn’t last for a long run. Somehow she came to know about my addiction. She was thundered of my actions. She didn’t think about this. Then, she left me. My drug left me. It had been 2 months she was away from me. I phoned her many times but she didn’t receive. I stood in front her house but she denies. I wanted to see her, to talk with her. I promised to myself that if she forgives me I will not touch any drug again. But she didn’t forgive and I was swallowed by drugs. Suddenly, one evening she phoned me.
- Hello, where are you?
- In my room, why?
- Stay at your home, I’m coming.
- Why you are coming now?
- Don’t ask any question. I’m coming.
- Okay.
After half an hour she reached my home. She sat in front of me. She was looking exhausted. She said that she left her home for forever and wanted to live with me. I tried to know the reason but she denies to explain. I thought I will go to her home and talk to her parents but she told me to avoid this. I thought for some time. How can I manage with her? But I said to her “I can’t give you all the facilities of your home, do you still want to stay with me?” She said that it won’t be create any problem. I made myself understand that everything will be okay, but my mind didn’t agree with me. I was scared in myself. But I left all on my luck.
Since then we are together. One day I went her home to know the reason of her departure but I was surprised to see the attitude of her parents. They were too rough to Nasa as if she is not their daughter. It was a mystery to me. Then I decided to live with her.  We were happy in the small house. I always kept myself busy with music and she was busy with designing dresses. Actually with the help of her friend she got a small work to design dresses for a boutique shop. By this she earned a good amount of money. We were happy but I could not drag myself out from the drugs. Nasa tried a lot but failed. I promised her many times but I failed to keep my promises. She loves me a lot. Even I tried to avoid drugs for the sake of her love but every time I failed. I became a beast when I didn’t get it. I went out from my home because I was afraid with myself. I cared for Nasa.
Eight  months earlier. I woke up from my bed and found her fainted in the washroom. I took her to the hospital immediately. Doctor came with good news. I am going to be a father! I didn’t understand what I should do. Whether I should laugh or cry. I went slowly to Nasa, stood in front of her. I wanted to hug her and give the good news but I couldn’t. She looked at me as if she is a stone. Her face seemed lifeless today. I went close to her, kissed her forehead and said “you’re pregnant sweetheart”. Her eyes filled with tears but I found that there are some hidden meanings in this tear which are not clear to me.
Last night when we thought about our future, we decided to get marry. Because our child needs an identity.
Today is our wedding. Our child is waiting to see the light of earth. It is peculiar to marry at this moment. But we have nothing to do. I don’t want to bring my child in an illegal way. I am frightened for today. Night is over now, new dawn, new sun for our new life. I wake her up in the morning. She is so tired and troubled. But just some few days more, then we will have our beautiful baby in our lap.
In evening, we have reached to the Kaji Office for marriage. We have called our two friends for witness. But when Nasa is about to say kobul she faints. I can’t understand what to do. I take her on my arms and with the help of my friends we’ve reached to the hospital.
After taking to the hospital doctors started to check her and provided me a horrible news that Nasa is addicted and she needs an emergency operation now. But mother is critical, doctor can’t say anything surely. I agree with the doctors, they bring me a paper where I have to sign. I can’t hold the pen to sign, but I sign with all my strength.
Operation ends after one hour. Doctor says that ‘it’s a boy’. But Nasa is now in more critical position, she is continuously losing her blood. Nurses come to me with my son for few seconds;she will take him to incubator because he is premature. I feel heaven to see him. I just want to share my feelings with his mother, but I find that he is so quite. Suddenly doctors come and say they fail to stop her bleeding, she is in very serious stage now, and she wants to meet me. I rush to my Nasa.  I see she is lying on a white bed with swelled eyes. She is looking more white as she is.  I take her hand in between my hands and say why did you do this. She answered “for you, I wanted to understand the pain of yours by taking this. I left my home for you. I hide my previous reports from you. But believe me I love you very much.” She wants to utter something beyond her extreme pain. “k..k..k” but stopped.  Her hand fails to grip. I look at her. She stops seeing me. She is leaving me. My Nasa leaves me forever. Drugs, which she was taking for me, drag her from me? I just want to go with you. But my son. What about him. He is my only hope now. I rush to my son. He is sleeping in the bed. How innocent he is, just like his mother. My two friends are sitting with horrified faces. I take my son up in my lap very carefully. But I am shocked. He is cold like ice. My friends start weeping.
I feel that earth is diving in front of me. My heart is being snatched from me. I have lost everything of my life. I start laughing. With my dim eyes I see my son, standing before me. Strange, this is not his age to stand! He said ‘I have to leave only because of your sins. You will never be excused’. He left, hearing his words I feel that I’m losing my consciousness.

[Binoy]

Run!

Written by:
Md. Rakibul Hasan
A.S.M. Jakir Hossain
Rashna Khanam
Md. Rofiz Uddin

20 minutes. 3 kilometres. Can we make it? The question mark is hanging over our head because of us. Because just a crazy thought drove two of us on the long winding road, unplanned, unprepared. I was reflecting on those when once again Sumon poked me.
- Jak! Please do something. I must attend the exam. I have prepared for this exam so hard. Please don’t let me down.
The craziness spurred last night, when I overheard our hosts Nahid vai and Salim vai. I observed how they poked fun out of our fellow candidates forcing them to dance almost stripped. Noup! I couldn’t let my prestige be milk shaken like that.
Sumon! Dear bro- said I in hushed voice- I’m out of this at least for tomorrow.
He sleepily nodded. Then suddenly with bursting eyes even in the dark he whimpered- take me with you!
- Ok. Ok! Keep hush now. We will spend the day outside campus.
- Where?
- Let the fate and eyes decide.
Still then we didn’t even imagine what is waiting for us in the next 26 hours.
December 26, 2004. So cold a morning; actually dawn, we slipped down our beds. Just 3 minutes and we whizzed through the hall gate moderately dressed; didn’t even dare to open my luggage to take out warmer clothes.
10 minutes later, we were at the ‘Prantik Gate’. Just at that time- Huuuushhhh!!! Sumon has released his breath, which he was holding fearing that we might be caught anytime.
- Ahh! Out of the nightmare! Ha Ha Ha!
His body jerked with each Ha. Not to mention I also joined in that Ha Ha thing.
- So where to go?
- Hmm! Let’s go the ‘Smriti Soudha’. Open place, we could make the whole day there.
- Jakirrr! Rickshaw!
- Aye! You are being scary bro! Hop up!
Cring! Cring! Ting Ting Ting
Bro no need to bring
The shadows of the past
Hey ho! Bro! We broke the crust!!
Gleeful we two pushed through the monument’s gate. It’s serene. Almost empty there at the break of a new day. We walked towards the seven bladed monument.
- Sumon! We are here today standing freely. Nobody to shout at us- Halt! Show your ID card. Muslim or non- Muslim!
- Yeah! But our forefathers paid dearly to achieve this freedom. How cruel were those days!
- We had to do that sooner or later. Hey! Heard that opposition has called a Hartal today? Another stagnant day for the country!
Hey ho! We chattered on. The first rays of sun beamed on us through the haze of fog. And that time we felt that the hunger thing is crawling in our stomach.
- What to be done? What to eat?
- Luchi, parata, potato fry, mutton, beef or meat.
- Yo! Sumon! That’s too heavy. Take something light.
- Nope! I strongly stand for my parata and beef.
- Ok! Ok! Chief!!
Stomach full, feeling strength like bull. Literally we locked our temples lightly like those four footed animals and said- what’s next?
Seems to salvage us a ramshackle bus (or should we see murir tin) breaked some paces away. The conductor was shouting- Baipail, Baipail, Baipail! No more bus till noon! Seats vacant! Leaving soon.
We, two of the bipedal bull looked at each other with mischievous eyes- let’s go. No return to Jahangirnagar till evening.
Bhroooot! Bhroooot! Vot Vot! The bus moving forward with such speed, that even an ox cart can overtake it. What we two doing; looking at the passengers around.
- Look! Look at that Helvish Grisley boy! How chweet!! Red shawl, red shoe, red pants, red shirt, Mohican (or chandisila) hair cut, earrings; such a thing. Let’s talk to him.
- Hey bro! You’re looking gorrrgeous!
- Who are you, bro?
We two stunned, took aback hearing his (or her) voice and what an attitude. Unsure we two scratching our heads when the conductor came into rescue- Mama! That is a Hijrha (Third Gender). Talk at your risk.
- Ooooo! We are done!
Baipail came in one hour. It’s about six kilometers from the monument.
- The bus is a concord, I see.
- Ah! What a drive. It’s Pegasus in murir tin form I bet.
- Forget it man! Where should I pee?
- Me too, me too!!
So, we two lightened ourselves of the burden beside a dustbin.
What to do! What to do!
If nothing then booo!
- Walk towards the sun!
- What!
- Aye! Man! Let’s go east to Ashulia; behold! we are coming!!
- But no vehicles!
- Who cares! We have bus number 11.
- What’s that?
I pointed to my two single legs. He understood. So the march is on. We walked, walked, walked. How far is it? I don’t know dear Sam!
‘Ashulia, Ashulia’- came a hauler in rescue (or just to be sandwiched between local passangers).
-Breath long! Breath long! Dear Sumon!
His almost blue face unspeakably says- bro! I’m tired.
- Take rest! The air is cooler on the bridge.
- No!
- What!
- March on! I’m okay!
‘Tongi, Tongi’- again a hauler, a bit vacant. We jumped in for Tongi. 30 minutes, we are on the soil of Dhaka City Corporation. But, who’s gonna stay! Certainly, not us! As soon as we jumped off the hauler, hoped in another bus bound for Gazipur. ETA 1230 hrs.
Sun shining bright on us. We were looking for something. What would that be? Somehow the world seems to fuel our eccentricity.  A bus is bound for Chandra. Once again we are on the move. Is the bus moving forward? No, it seems vigorously taken the task to teach us the math of monkey and the oily bamboo- one step forward, two steps back. In that monkey bus our eyes were caught by a bunch of beauties. Aha! God must have built her by His own hands. How gorgeous she’s looking in the purple dress. Her lush eyes, curls- oh no! Where were we going! Forget that! Let me drench my deserted eyes with this oasis of beauty. She seems to notice me. How can I talk to her? Let me devise some way.
- Jak! Lower your eyes!
- Don’t disturb! I hissed at Sumon.
- What the matter bro! Why are you looking at my sister? My view was blocked by a big macho man gazing at me hard.
- Oh! Nothing! Nothing! I was looking through the window.
- Don’t try to fool me! If you again look at her I’ll……………..
Who was looking where? I’m finding the lacehead of my shoe. Sumon has taken refuge in mending his jacket’s chain. Gosh! He’s gone. But I couldn’t resist myself from furtive glances of that beauty. Yet, remembering the words of the monster I kept at the bay depriving myself!
- Grrrrrr! Unromantic, sadistic, brute fellow! Don’t know how to behave with your future brother-in-law! Reflected I in hushed thought; cursing the cupid for such an uncomely event to meet with my sweetheart!! And with the cursing we somehow reached Chandra.
- Let’s go back to varsity. It’s about two hours drive up to there.
I’m deprived of the vibe
Don’t care about life
But what could I do
Let’s carry on the strife
- I’m going to Modhupur jungle. Today is full moon. Moonlit jungle. Ah! That could heal the brunt of being separated from mine would had been queen.
- Jak! You’re being too much emo.
- I’m not a man without heart, bro!
- Nor am I. Mission Moonlit Modhupur commence.
Agreed, we searched for a vehicle to Modhupur. But it’s Hartal day and no buses. An unloaded truck is bound to Rajshahi and we had company of day labourers willing to go to west of Jamuna. So, it’s a deal. The truck will carry us to at least Alenga, where we could catch a bus to Modhupur.
We were about to embark on the truck, when it suddenly revved forward.
- What the heck!
- We can’t pick you up right her. You’ve to walk about half kilo.
- Okay! We are on.
But the truck driver and helper was making fun at us. Whenever we came close to the truck, it revved forward. We became frantic. Let me once get close to it. Then the helper will see the music. But the truck at last geared forward out of reach. And we found that we are close to Kaliakair- we have made six kilo in the meanwhile!!!
Bit exhausted and hungry we two threw us on a bench before a tea-stall. Having the fuel of bread and banana- our dream of moonlit jungle again sprouted up.
- Bro! I’m going to pee. Wait here.
- Ok! Do it fast.
He went behind the shop down the highway slope. I’m looking aroung. The truck has left us with the labourers. Oh! Gosh! Tempos are on; plying between Mirzapur and Kaliakair. We can go halfway by them. But where’s Sumon?
I came down the slope, he’s not there. Searched almost all the vicinity, but no trace of him. For the first time in the whole day I became really scared. Had he left me? I asked almost all people describing his features. But nobody saw him leaving. No vehicle is plying between Kaliakair to Chandra or further. Then? What happened to him! He’s missing for 45 minutes.
Almost decided to go back on foot when the scum bug called at me- Hey! Sorry! Nature was calling so hard!
Look! The scum bug is flashing his teeth- let’s carry on!
Reminded of the moonlit jungle; pacified I moved on. 45 minutes later, we were at the historical Mirzapur. But no time to drool on the history; moonlit Modhupur jungle is calling us. We managed to get on packed bus towards Alenga, the crossroad of Mymensingh and Jamuna road. Reaching there in due time, we luckily got a bus for Sherpur via Modhupur. Wasting no time, we secured two seats on the engine cover.
Amar gorur garite bou sajiye….. Humming the driver- the jolly man!
- Mama, you’re driving a bus and where your beloved is; poked we.
- Mama, whatever you say; this is my ox cart! And your aunt is in my heart. Going home after 15 days. Amar gorur garite……
- Ha Ha Ha! How long will it take to Modhupur?
- Around one and half.
We two drifted once again in our burning dream. Hired a rickshaw without bargain; I had a feeling that something is waiting there for us.
The tall macho puller quickly took us to Dokhla range; but we persuaded him to go further; far from the tiny crowd amassed at the stalls around the entrance.
Icy cold air punching on our faces; but couldn’t resist us from going deep into. And at last there it is- a clear space through the hazes of jungle, bit off-road; shiny with silvery light of the watchful moon.
-Ah! Tonight cometh the true meaning of life. What a beauty. Can sacrifice entire life for this moment.
I didn’t say a single word; seems something coming up through my throat; what else matter? Why we all have to run and run for all those trivial things. Let’s end everything here.
- Sumon! Did you hear something? I believe someone playing on flute very near.
- But! Nobody’s around; and I don’t think that the macho puller is much of connoisseur of music; let playing the flute in such an enchanting tone.
- Then who is it?
Suddenly we felt that somebody is pulling at our collars.
- Move now! Or we all are finished
- What! You heck! The puller! What happened?
Not bothering to reply he threw on the seats and frantically pulled on the rickshaw. Bewildered and angry I demanded answer- Just answer me what’s happening?
- Don’t ask please! Coming, it’s coming!
What’s coming! I tried to look back. The puller pulling rickshaw so fast pulled me to look forward.
- For God’s sake! Don’t look back! Or it will be with you forever.
He almost flew us to Modhupur bazaar. Even in that cold; he was sweating like ice on the oven.
- Now! You hell! Tell me what happened there? Why you pulled at us?
- Pardon me! But that was coming! I can’t afford to lose our guests to its grasp.
- Who?
- The thing
- Ghost?
- Oh no! No! No! Please don’t call names.
- Holy….! Do you believe in that crap?
- Perhaps! You need to go back to lose your lives! Ask others around here.
I had no intention as hunger was craving inside me. Its 2230 hrs and only a few people around. We belched in some rice cakes. But what about a vehicle to Savar? Over there, a truck is being loaded.
- Where to mama?
- Tangail sadar.
- Can you please give us a lift to Tangail crossroad? We are students of Jahangirnagar varsity; need to get there by morning anyhow.
- Ok! But no room in the cab! You’ve to get on top of the load.
That’ll do. We climbed on top of the tarpaulin. The driver called- please lie down over there.
- Why?
- You may hit the roadside tree branches if seated erect.
We lie down on the tarpaulin and felt that it’s a bit spiky. What’s in there?  A gap in the tarpaulin showed that we are sitting on green bananas. The truck is moving fast on empty road. And we are almost freezed- is it snowing!!
  Hey! Uncles; get down! We have reached!
His voice seemed to float from far. I can’t move my limbs. They have become numb. Somehow managed to look at Sumon- same here bro! The driver realizing our numbness came up and pulled us down with the help of his assistant.
He left and we tried to warm us up in the only hotel beside a deserted patrol pump. Handmade bread and hot curries brought some warmth. But inside we were freezing down even more. How to reach Savar? None of the bus or trucks seems interested in picking us up and its 0300 hrs already. How should we attend the exam at 0730??
At last, a bus from Pabna took mercy on us. ETA 0315 hrs.
We two dodged on, as the bus dashed forward to Dhaka.
0530 hrs- Baipayl reached. You’ve to get down here. We will take the Ashulia road.
It’s still dark. Almost no light, empty around.
- Sumon! Use number 11 again. We can make it. We’ve two hours.
We moved on. But with each step we felt that energy is leaving us. But we have nothing to do, except keep moving forward.
The sloppy road leading to Jahangirnagar totally broke us down.
- Sumon! I’m done. My feets can’t take it anymore. I feel they are blistering.
- It’s about 3 kilo to the exam hall. Its 0700 now. We have only 30 minutes left.
- May we can get at least one rickshaw?
But none was there. Ten minutes passed in whiz. Sumon whimpered. 20 minutes, 3 kilometres. Science says man can make a kilometer per six minutes at regular walk speed. That’s for general time, not for us. But we’ve to make it.
- Sumon! No way! We’re going to make it!
- How!!
- Sprint.
His wild eyes swept past once over my face. Ok! Run!!

[Binoy]

The Crying Pond

Written by:
Salma Akter aniqa
Razia Sultana
Md. Shariful Islam
Sharmin Sultana

Oh… today is so hot.
Rupa: Really, this summer is too hot.
Shovon: No summer can stop us to visit Rangpur.
Ratul: You are right shovon.
Mitu: At last we are going to Rangpur.
The bus was running. I with my four friends enjoyed bus Journey. I felt so thrilled because after a long time I am going to Rangpur to visit my grand papa’s house with my friends. Last time I visited Rangpur when I was so younger that I cannot remember anything. So it was my first journey to Rangpur like my friends.
We were running at eighty kilometers per hour speed. The roadside scenery was really charming; the green paddy fields, working farmers, rivers, trees beside the road, everything was very enjoyable. My friends were very excited because of the natural views of the countryside.   
It was 11am when we reached FoodVillage, a highway restaurant at Shirajgong. We took our breakfast in the hotel and again started our journey. We crossed Shirajgong and Bogra district and reached Gaibandha district. The cities were getting smaller and the villages were bigger. Whenever we looked was the green paddy field.   
The bus stopped, it was the middle of a paddy field. Supervisor of the bus informed us that the bus is unable to go because of mechanical error; it will take some time to repair the bus. So we got down from the bus, took a walk beside the bus. After a four-hour break our bus started again.
We reached Rangpur Bus stand, we are close to our destination. The sun has already sat down into the west.  The only way to go the old house is to hire a van. We hired a van and reach the house when it was dark enough. After we arrived we saw some candle lights through the old broken window. The area the house was large and concrete walled.
Many large dead trees covered the house, they stood like giants. Brown crispy leaves littered the yard and they smelled of fungus and autumnal-moisture, waiting for sunlight to dry up its ravaged and rotted beings. One lonesome banyan tree stood by the house swaying in the wind. The moon shone bright white, in the cloudless sky; it was the only source of light that could be seen for miles. Owls occasionally fluttered by overhead, their silhouettes passing over the fallen leaves. Rats are running on the ground. Unknown birds are whispering. The air was cold and numb.
Small bushes covered the entire house. The house was old fashioned land lord’s house, something broken. Small trees made their home in the broken wall. The gate was a giant wooden gate.  We knocked the gate for fifteen minuses. We were scared, will the gate open or not. Owl buzzing sound scared us more. 
The gate is opened by the caretaker. I am Ismail Mia, caretaker of this house said the man with a stick in his left hand and a lamp on the other. His voice was like an eighty years old man’s voice although he was not eighty. His white beard and white shirt made him a ghost. Completely motionless environment around the house, heavy wind made noise. My friends felt frightened, me also. The house was quite far from the main gate nearly three minutes walking path. The path was made of brick block. Many years nobody lived here except Ismail.
We entered the entire house; Ismail opened the big wooden gate with its creaking sound. This was a two storey building. A black cat was sitting beside the gate like gate keeper, its loud m-e-a-a-w sound told us do not enter.
The drawing room was big, the sofas were very old and dusty although Ismail cleaned these but still they are dirty. Some of windows glasses were broken. I looked at my grandfather’s portrait; it was scratchy and covered with spider’s web. South wall contains a tiger’s head and the north contains dear’s. We followed Ismail to go upstairs; it was made of iron and spiral shape. H-e-l-p help! Rupa Shouted, Ismail said don’t worry madam it is a mouse. Ismail was in front with a lamp and we were following him in the corridor. Ismail opened a room’s door and a bat came from the door and flew away. I was scared. Don’t afraid Rimi, many years these rooms are useless that is why they lived here. I have cleaned these for you. We entered the dark room, Ismail lit a candle. The room was big and the bed was at a side of the room. A table was beside the bed with a candle.
Rupa, Mitu and I stayed in a room and Shovon, Ratul in another. After changing dresses we got fresh and took our dinner in the dining room. Ismail arranged our curtain and told ‘Rimi do not leave the room at night.” I am leaving now see you at morning. Moonlight reaches our room through the window. The sky was clear but I saw only the leaves and branches of tree through the window.     
Goodnight Shovon, goodnight Ratul take rest, see you at morning. I told them to sleep and came back to our room for sleeping. I turn off the candle light; the room was totally dark I saw nothing except some faint moonlight on the window.
Rimi what time is it? It is midnight already I answered. I have to go the toilet Rupa said. Okay let’s go. We came downstairs and found the toilet beside the pond. It is a nice moonlit night Rupa, yes it’s really nice. Rupa came out from toilet. Rupa have you seen the pond? Oh it’s a big pond Rimi. We sat on the stairs of the pond for a while. The moon is really big and shining. The moonlight on the pond and the mild blowing air made us amazed. This type of scenery is definitely rare in the city. We are watching the pond sitting beside.
Rimi…(cold voice)
Rupa you called me?
No
Oh… I think you called me.
Again I heard someone is calling me with my name. It was a slow childlike voice. I became silent for a moment and tried to hear the call again. I heard twice Rimi.. Rimi…
I called rupa- Rupa let’s go to room.
Rupa: Please sit some more.
No Rupa please let’s go, we have to go.
We came back to the room and I was afraid. I clearly heard that someone called me and it was a child voice. But I could not share anything to Rupa.
After taking our breakfast we went out to visit the village. The village was really nice. We saw Green paddy fields, small rivers, farmers, birds, huts and so more. We came back home at noon.
We came back home, Shovon and Ratul saw the pond beside the house. The pond was big; they jumped into the pond for bathing. The water was very cold because many trees surrounded the pond. They were bathing for while. They were diving into the pond and also swimming. Shovon dive into the water suddenly he listened a baby’s crying.  He got up quickly and saw Ratul is not here. “Ratul where are you.” Here I am beside you Ratul said.
Shovon: somebody drag me into the water and I heard a baby’s crying.
Ratul: nothing happened to me like this. You are joking.
Shovon: believe me, it’s not a joke. Two hands drag me in; I am feeling pain in my legs. Wait a second.
Blood! Blood! How?
They both came to the pond side stairs and saw Shovon’s left leg was bleeding. Ratul said the pond is old dusty. May be your leg was scratched by a fish or old clutter. Leave it.
I am watching my own image into the pond water but childhood image. I am talking with child; she looks like same to me. Suddenly two hands come and drive the child into the water. The child is screaming but the cruel hands driving into more deep in the water. The child is trying to catch my hand; I am also trying to catch the child. No don’t leave please, help help No No…
I awaked; it was the last part of the night. My screaming awaked them all. They all came into my room. I told them about my nightmare, and what happened in the first night when we went to the toilet. Shovon added that noon’s accident. We all are afraid because everything happening around the pond and the crying child. I felt my body temperature was increasing.
I asked Rupa, are you listening the crying? Yes, answered rupa. Shovon said I’m also hearing the crying of a child. Ratul, me too.  We all hugged each other. Mitu was crying but no sounds came out. The volume of the baby crying was increasing which was coming from the pond side. We were unable to walk to the window and see what was happening there. Shovon is already senseless; my body temperature is increasing, the baby crying is getting louder and louder. 
“The crying child is your twin sister,” Ismail told me. She was killed by your own father because your sister was mute. And she was killed into the pond. Your father left the house but your sister is crying.

[Binoy]

Rose

Written by:
Shazia Afrin
Sumaiya Naznin
Tahmina Akhter
Sanjida Parvin

It’s a sunny morning, Rose and Jack completed their breakfast, but the environment is not the usual one. Rose is as usual making coffee for Jack, but he is not interested to drink. Though they are sitting in the same table, but they are not talking to each other. Rose left the room and went to their lawn. Rose, a beautiful, charming lady, suddenly lost her all beauty, as she and Jack facing a great financial crisis because, Jack’s company had gone bankrupt. She is restless and trying to solve the problem, but she is unable to do so. The silent nature insisted her to recollect the memories, when Jack first proposed her for marriage. That was unexpected for Rose. Jack first saw her at the orphanage centre. Jack’s parent’s used to visit the orphanage for charity purpose. Jack also used to visit the orphanage along with his parents. Rose’s innocent beauty attracts him at once and he fell in love with her. He proposed Rose and the matter for Rose was kind of a dream to her. She never thought that, these things will ever come in her life. Jack’s honesty impressed her and she, too fell in love with him. When Jack informed his family about Rose and his decision to marry her, Mr & Mrs Smith totally dismissed the proposal. They told Jack that, Rose is not an appropriate girl for their family. Jack tried his best to pacify his parents but he failed and thus he left his home and soon got married to Rose. They settled in Australia, where Jack started his new business.
Thinking all these things, Rose suddenly heard that the phone is ringing and she went inside to pick up the phone. It was Jack’s friend Steve. Later that night, Jack order Rose to start packing bag, because they are leaving for Singapore to start a new business there, and Rose reluctantly agreed. She is completely devoted and dependent to his husband and trust him completely and that’s why obey his orders.
At the airport Jack hands Rose her passport and tell her that, his flight is after an hour while her flight is in two.
Rose: Aren’t we going together?
Jack: No, not this time.
Confused Rose opens her passport; she realizes that the destination on her boarding card is Jack’s parent’s residence not Singapore.
Rose: What is this?
Jack: I can not leave you alone here, so you must go back to my parents.
Without further elaborating the matter, and without knowing her wish he left the place. Rose couldn’t say anything to Jack. The announcement for Rose is being announced to get into her flight but she is sitting lifelessly and crying in the departure waiting room. Upset Rose then quickly make an urgent call to Marie and tells her everything that happened. Marie then advised her to stay here & that she will help her to get a new job and a new place to live.
Marie: You should be confident to make your own decision and being independent is not a bad idea.
Rose: Thank you Marie, for your help.
Fortunately, Rose gets a job at the airport and a new life as well.
George is a co-worker of Rose. They worked together at the airport’s shop. Soon they became friends, while Gorge has fallen love with Rose, despite knowing the fact that, she is married. But Rose still considered him as a good friend. Soon another crisis came into Rose’s life, her work permit expires and she can not get a new permit as she is marked as single. So, she went to Marie and discussed the matter.
Marie: “You should apply for a fake marriage with George, so that you can work”.
Rose: “No, I can’t do this. I must call jack”
But the phone was switched off. Rose again became sad and cannot find a solution of this problem. Hearing the decision of Rose from Marie, George respects her decision and agrees with it too.
That night, Rose was sleepless and again at a crossroads position. Rose doesn’t know what to do. She eagerly wants to stay in the city.   But later, she took a deep thought to the advice given by Marie. She realizes that George is a nice and honest guy. He helped her a lot whenever she faces any problem. While thinking these things, Rose found that it was almost morning, and she took a deep breath from the fresh air of morning. Later that day, Rose inform her friend Marie and George that she is ready for a fake marriage with Gorge and they send papers and wait for the court to send them a date, when they can get married. As time passes, Gorge eventually decides to reveal his feelings to her, as he thinks that, Jack is not a good guy as he left her all along with nothing.
     The following day, at the airport, George was busy with his work and so was Rose. Suddenly a very good looking man asks for Rose to George. George was shocked by seeing him and understands that he is Jack. Rose was inside for some work; she got the news from George and couldn’t believe her ears. She then goes to the gate of the shop where they both separated and are united.
Jack: How are you Rose? Are you fine?
Rose: yeah I’m fine, so good to see you back, can’t believe that you are infront of me.
Jack: I have settled everything there. I will take you with me this time and I will never leave you alone.
Rose was happy to hear this from Jack, what she was longing for long. But she was not completely happy by hearing this. She is trying to hide this feelings from Jack. Then Rose introduces all the people who helped her including George. Jack thanks them all for helping Rose while he was away.
Back at George’s place, George has received the court papers for Rose and his marriage date. So he went to Rose’s place, that time Rose and Jack were not at home, so he left the papers at their letter box.
In the morning, Rose was busy in preparing breakfast. Jack went out and opens the letter box, where he found a package for Rose. Jack then opens the package and its court papers. Jack didn’t understand anything, so he went to Rose.
Jack: What is this? Who George really is?
Rose: (shocked) what are talking about?
Jack: (showing the papers) I’m talking about this.
Rose: It was only for the work permit so that I can work and George helped me a lot in this matter he is really a good friend.
Jack: Why don’t you tell me about this?
Now, a confident Rose talks back.
Rose: I tried your phone but it was off. How could I inform you? You didn’t ever give me your address. I was all alone. You left me to go to Singapore. Not for a once you discussed anything about your plan. Somehow I managed everything and this is one of the part of that.
Jack:  (Anger) My situation and yours is different.
Rose: Situation! Is there a word “different” is applicable for a married couple. Just being a man, you are doing is right and as a woman everything that I do or think is wrong? I’m your better half and I have all the rights to know everything about you and you have to share everything in any case. And I’m sorry to say you failed to do so. You hurt me but I still love you and will always be.
In the mean time, George overhears all the conversations of Jack and Rose. He came to talk to Rose regarding their application and interview. But this unwanted situation created a tension on George’s mind. He thoughts that, he can sort out the problems between Jack and Rose. Without any second thought he knocks the door and enters into the house as the door was already opened. Seeing him Rose and Jack became surprised.
Rose: George….you are here??
George: I’m sorry; I know I shouldn’t interrupt you both in this way. But I heard everything, and that’s why I want to say something to Mr. Jack
Jack: looking at Jack (speechless)
George: Rose is so pretty that anyone can fall in love with her, and to tell you the truth I also like her but more than that I respect her for her honesty and her love for you. You are a fortunate man that you got Rose as your life partner. You both are truly made for each. Don’t misunderstand her. 
Jack was silently listened George and he was somehow regretting on his deeds.
Next day, at the airport Jack and George are shown on good terms and they hug each other and then Jack leaves. Jack and Rose are now on plane waiting for it to take off while a flight attendant comes in and gives Rose a bouquet of flowers. Rose then thanks Jack for giving her the flowers as they are beautiful. Jack starts laughing admitting that they are beautiful but they are not from him. Rose then realizes there is a card in the bouquet. She opens up the card where it’s expressing “Best of Luck to the strong girl”. The bouquet was in fact from George. Rose then smiles, and now leaving Melbourne to start her life a fresh with Jack.

[akazad600]

 Review of the story "A Photograph"

The title of the story we are reviewing is “A Photograph.” At the time of going through the story, the title which has been given for the story seemed to us that it did not perfectly match with the story. But at the very last moment where the story near to finish, it revels to us that the story is dealing with a theme which is the mentality and attitude of higher class people never match with the mentality and attitude of the lower class people though they try to make a match. Exactly, the story developed by keeping a gap between the title and theme but at the very they become into a line.


The story has been centered on the main character Somi whose former name was Somi and his family. Somi was a girl of an aristocratic family of Dhaka city and later on she was married to her loved one Sarif who was also from the higher class.  They had a son whose name was Jitu and every day Somi used to drop her son in the school. In her way of his sons school most of the time she used to buy sticks of flower from a street child whose name was Sumon. For this reason, a kind of kind of relation developed between Somi and Sumon. If Somi would not see Sumon any day, she felt a kind of pool and pain in the deep of her heart. However, depending on this relationship, Somi brought this street child Sumon into her house from his grandfather. Somi and her husband tried to bring up sumon with the same sympathy they provide for their son Jitu. But their attitude and mentality did not match with Sumon at the end of the day as he is a street child. As the story goes on, we came to know that in fact a real relation that means a relation of blood was between Sumon and Somi. Somi was Sumon’s aunt. A sad and tragic incident which occurred before in their life made them separate from their real relation and these incidents reveled before them when Somi knew about her own identity through a photograph.

The major characters of this story are Somi and Sumon. Basically the story plotted around these two characters. There are other characters such as Jitu (son of Somi and Sarif), Sarif (Somi’s husband), Rahim (Sumon’s father, Somi’s dead brother), the old man (Somi’s grandfather, Sumon’s great grandfather) etc. It is a story of a contemporary time and it takes place in Dhaka city where any particular name is not mentioned and some parts of this story also held in a village.

The story has been narrated in the first person point of view mostly and in some cases third person narrative view is also used. The sentences of this story are simple past and present in style bur their construction is not accurate. There is also problem in choice of diction and in their spelling, grammatical arrangement. Flashback techniques have been used several times to relate the story. No dialogue has been used in the development of this story.

As the story developed, when Somi feels a kind of love and sympathy for Sumon and always engaged herself in the thought that why she thinks about Sumon and feels for him indicates the rising action of this story. It reaches in its peak when Somi discovers her real identity and the relation between her and Sumon after getting the photograph and return back Sumon again in her house and remorse for the behavior she behaved with Sumon when Sumon flee away from her house. So, at the when Somi realizes that it is only the faculty of compromising mentality and deep love helps anyone to cope with others mentality, it indicates the denouement of the story.
So, in conclusion it can be said that the story deals with an outstanding theme which will be interesting to the reader. But if the processes of writing this story would more decorated the story would be more interested. However, at end we can say that it was a good written story and it is eligible for a good mark.                 

Submitted by members of group (J)
Md. Abul kalm azad(Id.142-22-333)
Md. Symon Alam Khan(Id.142-22-332)
Satabdi Chakma(Id.142-22-334)
Rumana Islam(Id.142-22-335) 

[jakir1912]

Members of group C:
A.S.M Jakir Hossain; Id:133-22-295
Md. Rakibul Islam; Id: 133-22-292
Rashna Khanam: Id: 141-22-297

[Milad alam]

Title of the Story:

     The title of the following story is “Black Hole”. It is somehow matched or similar to the subject matter of the story. But sometime it seems vague and unintelligible for the readers.

Theme of the Story:

      The following story deals with or centers around social problem. And that social problem is none other than drug addiction which on the other hand is considered as a curse for any society. It creates hindrance for the development of young generation. This story basically highlights the bad impact of taking drugs and how it turns a dream into bad nightmare.
       But the basic problem of the story is that the author does not provide any possible solution of which we can certainly reduce or eradicate drug addiction from our society and endangered the future of the young generation. Because we know that writings or any piece of literary works are the most possible way to reach to the people’s heart and make them conscious about different matters.

Plot of the Story:

       The story basically centers on Himel, a young man who used to take drugs in order to forget all the worldly problems and pains caused due to the contradictory and unusual relationship of his parents. Therefore one day he left the house and start living with Nirob in Old Dhaka who will soon fly for U.S.A to join his family there. But certainly his life changes when he meets Nasa, a young beautiful who apparently looks like a foreigner and instantly fall in love to her. They pass their days happily and during the course of time they become closer to each other. But one day Nasa somehow learned about Himel’s habit of taking drugs and from that day she stopped communicating with Himel who on the other hand tries his best level to communicate with her but fails every time. One day Nasa called him for a meeting where she told Himel that from now she will stay with him. Some months later one day Nasa became senseless and therefore Himel immediately took her to the hospital where the doctor informed him that her wife is pregnant. For a moment he forgets what should he say as they haven’t married at all. So in order to give their child an identity they have decided to get married. But the story a takes new turn when Nasa became senseless again on the day of her wedding ceremony. The doctor came to Himel to inform him that Nasa gives birth to a baby boy but her condition is really very serious. So Himel immediately walks towards Nasa’s bed in order to meet her. He asked her why she did this. Then Nasa revealed a horrible truth that like Himel she too takes drug and leaves her home to feel his pain. After a few more interaction she fell into death along with the baby boy. Finally Himel starts laughing due to an enormous main.

Characters List:

    There are basically seven characters. Among them two major characters and five minor characters.They are including
a)   Himel- The protagonist of the story through which the whole action takes place. He used to take drugs to forget his pains and get relief from frustration. His life changes when Nasa came to his life. He is a dynamic character. Because certainly we have discovered a kind of evolution in his character.

b)   Nasa- The main female character of the story who looks like a foreigner when Himel first sees her. She is the love interst of Himel. Like Himel she is also a dynamic character. Because in this character we have also seen many flows.

c)   Nirob- One of Himel’s friend who rent his house to Himel when he leaves Bangladesh and went to U.S.A to join his family. He is a minor character. He is a static character.

d)   Himel’s parents- Like Nirob they are also considered as minor characters as well as static character. They used to quarrel with each other and did not properly care their son. Himel’s father has a bad habit of beating his wife.

e)   Nasa’s parents- They are also minor character of the story. Their appearance is very small but meaningful. Like himel’s parents they also did not properly take care their daughter. They are static character.

Besides these we have seen three more characters at the end of the story. They are the doctor and two of Himel’s friend who are become the witness on his wedding ceremony. They are all static character. Their appearance is so small that they are deducted from the character list.

Setting of the story:

             The story takes place Dhaka especially old Dhaka. Besides this we have also found England and U.S.A.  Most of the action takes place in the mid night and morning. Besides these there is also mentioning of some dates. Its settings are really appropriate with its story line.

Point of view of the Story:

       The story has been written from the first person point of view. Because the whole story has narrated or presented by Himel, the protagonist of the story. He basically presents or narrates the incidents that happens in his life in such a way that is truly heart touching.

Language of the Story:

       In this story the author tries to use formal English. But in some cases he creates problem regarding choosing the right diction. For instance in one point he writes
    “The doctor provides them a horrible news”.
     If he used inform or bring instead of provide then certainly it may sounds better than it really is. Besides this there is also some printing mistakes like “14t February” where the
      Symbol “H” has been missing. Moreover there is also some problem regarding capital letter and small letter. For instance the author writes

                        “Oh my god”

    Here he writes the word God on small letter which should be on capital letter. Because God reminds something superior. Overall we can say the language is free from major grammatical     problems. Therefore its attract the reader’s attention very easily.

Style of the Story

   Although the story has been written on the basis of Standard English Tradition but sometimes it breaks the laws of Standard English. Likewise during the first meeting or conversation between Nasa and Himel we have observed some informal English or slang.
For instance one example can make the matter clear to us.
                “You are from-
Moreover there is also some problems regarding punctuation marks and use of article and preposition. In some point he use punctuation mark and in some point he missed it. For example
                  “Excuse me”
Here he didn’t use any punctuation mark which is also an important matter in Standard English form.


Dialogue:

     Here the author uses a few dialogues which held between Himel and Nasa. It sounds a touch of romantic atmosphere. And the sentences are the combination of short and long sentences. For instance
               “-Excuse me.
-   Yes.
-   May I talk to you?
-   Sure, why not?
-   Hello. Am I talking with Himel?
-   Oh my God. Nasa? I can’t believe. How are you?
            The dialogues are interesting after all and well written.
 
Techniques of the Story:

                    The author highly used the flashback techniques. In some part of the story Himel   remembers past incidents or events in his life. For instance from the very beginning of the story we have seen that Himel remembers his first meeting with Nasa whom she is going to marry in the later course of the story.

Structure of the Story:

                     The following story somehow follows the structure of a typical story. Likewise it has a foreshadowing, rising action, climax, suspense, falling action and resolution. Overall it’s a complete package. In the foreshadowing we have seen that Himel describes the life he leads and his earlier situation which the run through the rising action where we have learned his relationship with Nasa. And then the climax comes when the doctor informed Himel that Nasa is pregnant. After that the falling action occurs when Nasa faint less again and gives birth to a baby boy. And finally in resolution we have learned that Nasa died along with her new born babay and leaves Himel alone for facing a lonely world.

Comment on the Story:

           Overall it’s a good story to read. It is well written though there are some lack in proper use of diction and punctuation. But certainly it touches the reader’s heart very swiftly. Because it seems the author tells a real story. Moreover it’s enjoyable to read.

Submitted by
Group-E

Nusrat Binta Abdullah: 141-22-307
MD. Asraful Alam        : 141-22-305
Jafrin Yeasmin            : 141-22-308
Mahedi Azim               : 141-22-306