He looked around and left him in a house like a halhar. The patient is roaring around. He had a very strong idea in his mind so long that the bamboo was only meant for the wealthy. This idea broke him now. The nonsense type people around it One tears his nose in front of his eyes. The pimple threw his fingers in the silly posture. Now she is making a paan again and she is getting wet in the dirty hands. That God! Need a telephone. Very needed. Do you have any doctors in this ward? Doctor can not call a doctor?
From the next bed, an old man said, what uncle uncle wanted?
Hossain did not reply. There is no one to talk about them. He thought. Whether they have been admitted to the hospital or not, all the fakiris in the street. No one came. Everyone has one or two relatives. They are planning to sleep beside the patient and sleep on the other side. One comes again with a child of four or five years. The baby is completely white. Just the dark side of the waist The bread in the baby's hand. He is biting the pieces of bread and throwing it on the floor. One of them immediately raised the piece from the floor and deposited it in the bed. One must surely eat these pieces at one time. Hossain Saheb Again he said, Oh God!
Hossain sat on the bed and sat up. Two young men sitting on the head of a room to get the chair-table. It seems as if Apan is seen on the young woman that she is a doctor. Hossain tried to draw his hand and pulled his hand. The girl did not get to see it. He started taking a hand and went through stories.
The elder side of the bed said again, will you want something uncle uncle? I will ask you. There are my people. I would like to see.
