I will spend the winter time every year thinking of the village. I will spend the winter time every year thinking of the village. Going with the team, you can scream. My kids never saw the village - they would be happy. Can be able to jhajajajhapi pond. Shapala flower that is not only blown in front of Motijheel, but also can be seen in other places. I can not really use most of my plans. I know how it was. One day I really came back. Although our village is known as Oj pargag, it is respected. In such a nice time of communication, there is a need to reach the car in the car. Boats during the rainy season, but in the middle of a haor falls, the journey is like a mess After a long time, it was nice to go to the village. I saw all the arrangements for my children's joyfulness. Where a bone-crane horse has been gathered. This horse does not move, standing in one place. If you get too disturbed, make a sound like a sigh and drain the tail. The children are so busy with a living toy. Two or three people sit on horseback and sit together. Their numerous friends and friends also got involved. Wherever they go, they have fifty-five children in their school. They are amazed at what my children do. My kids are overwhelmed by their huge popularity. They started showing all their talents - some poems are saying, no song, no rhyme I took a lot of books with it. My plan - to be completely rested. If you have too much desire to read books, lying down and sitting in the book. Written like a novel half, I did not want to write anything else. We came up with manuscripts. If you want to write in a new environment For the first few days the book or writing was not able to sit. There are always people coming. They are very excited to discuss the complex issues that are very serious. Come on, say, 'What is the situation of the country? I am very worried. What is the country? What was the country and what was it? ' After four or five days everyone understood that I do not know anything about the country. I can not do the storygroups too. They let me out. I got away from being astonished. Whether due to the new environment of the village or because of any other reason I felt energetic in writing. Sitting with unfinished manuscripts. I spent the whole day writing, and in the evening I went out with my wife. Looks great. Around two people came in 'Gatak'. They sit in the joosthanavaja courtyard and enjoy excellent songs- "And respect If you did not know this thing, you would not have survived. No, no, I did not live. " The time spent cutting great. Interest in writing began to increase. Write all day. One afternoon - I am writing on the same. Shouting out the window, the word is shed. I saw Khaliagai Rogamata, a son of 10-eleven year, looked at me with a deep interest. I saw him before. Deep curiosity from the side of the window he sees me. Eyes escaped in sight. Do not miss today I said - what ray? He squeezed his head. I said - did you go? And from the hide said - no. 'What is your name?' 'Montaj Mia.' 'Income returns.' 'No'. There was no conversation. I was drowned in writing. The joy of writings at noon, the joy of writing is different. I forgot about Montaj Mia. The next day again this matter Montaj Mia on the window. The big curiosity looked in the eye. I said, what is the matter Mantaj Mia? Income inside He entered inside. I said, where are you? In the north smiles out insect-eaten teeth. 'Do not go to school?' Laugh again I torn a white paper from the book and gave it to her hand. He was impressed with this rare luck. Can not understand what will happen. Pulverize the odor of paper. After a long time on the cheek, the mouse went out. My little uncle asked to eat at night, or did he come to you? Actually, a slap will leave. 'Why?' 'Great thief. Whatever it takes to be taken away. Do not cross the trim Even after two days, it does not get too senseless. What do you come here? ' 'Do not do anything.' 'There is a search for the theft. Who knows, maybe you have taken your pen. " 'No, I did not take anything.' Look at the best way out. Nothing can be said. There is a story of that boy. ' 'What is the matter?' 'There are so many incidents. I will say once. The next morning, we started writing regularly. I heard it out loud. Surprisingly, three-four Chantangola came to Montaj Mia. The boy is groaning. It's going to be a huge hit. Lip bleeding and bleeding. There is a swelling of cheeks on one side. I said, what is the matter? One of the convicts said, see if this pen is not yours. Monz Haramzadar was in the hands. I found that the pen is mine, the ballpoint of four to five taka. That's not a big thing. I would give it to me. There was no need to steal. The mind is a little worse. why the little boy learn such cheating? What will she do when grown up? 'Vishaab, the pen is yours?' 'Yes. But I gave it to him. Leave it Baby boy was beaten so why? Do not ask me before being beaten? ' The defendant said in an unconscious manner, that he is not anything to her. Here's the water channel. Maier does not dig its rice is not digested. Montaj Mia was watching me with astonished eyes. Seeing him, it seems that he saw this first person in his small life that he did not even call a thief after stealing. Montaj Mia silently sat the rest of the day sitting on the window. On the other day, I talked to him, I did not say a word today. The mood got worse. Why steal a boy this age learn? I have a special case of Montaj Miyan that I knew about my little aunt. Two days after the theft of the theft This is a strange to the people of the village
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