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Today I will relate to a certified story to the people who don't have confidence in apparitions, or would incline toward not to do - I by and large get back around night time from Dhaka. Since I have less vacation, I reexamine, in case I leave around night time, I can start from home the next morning. As an understudy, I would leave in the wake of finishing the class. In the wake of finishing the working environment, go straightforwardly to Mohakhali - by then Mymensingh - Haluaghat. Around six hours. One day resulting to finishing the class I got back. It was 12 PM when we went to the market. I went to the market and saw the aroma. My adored partner. Seeing me, he said that we used to hang out in Kadamtali reliably, you eat and leave, my home is in Asis Bazaar. I got back and talked with my mother and finished the way toward eating. I went to the market at around 1 am and didn't find anyone. I thought conceivably everyone is no more. I bought two cigarettes and left for Kadamtali. Kadamtali is 4 km from the market. By then the time of Ashar. There is moreover a moon in the sky. In any case, the surges of murkiness and the light of the moon are playing a bizarre light-base game - this dim shadowiness, like a full moon again. I was walking around the street holding a cigarette. I'm to some degree scared. Walking alone on such a night helps me exorbitantly a ton to remember ghosts. From the thick wild on the left, a peculiar tune is being made by the sound of crickets. He needs to lose all ability to read a compass in the musicality of that tune. Once in a while a crow crows from the significant woods in an extraordinarily uproarious voice. It looks just as a tissue eating mammoth is tearing at the heart. I went to the spot close Kadamtali where Shashanghat is. From here, it is clear where we will sit and talk. I didn't see anyone. A fear blended in my mind. Consequently, he wouldn't prefer to come back to the side of the significant woods. Since the Kangsh River is on the left of this spot, and the open field on the right - assume the body isn't here. I went legitimately to Kadamtali holding a cigarette and watching the waves. I endeavored to be involved by a little capacity to vanquish the fear. Unexpectedly two or three banana trees are washed away by the stream. From a partition no doubt a remains is coasting. Spewing from the smell of dead animals. Out of the blue … unexpectedly … .. I heard a sound of crying. I ... I ... I ... I ... I ... I ... I got fairly alarmed. Twenty hands from me, I looked to the other side and saw a concealed woman sitting. Additionally, the sound of crying is starting from that khan. Fear of leaving my soul. Sweat is coming out of the body like water. Perhaps I'm staying under a shower. I didn't figure I would call, anyway I went straight home. I got back, washed my hands and face and hit the roughage. The next morning, when I uncovered to her the genuine variables, she said that Subas had gone to Mymensingh three days earlier, and Seto would come later. I was contemplating then who prompted me to go to Kadamtali with the vibe of smell. Finally, what Amma said was like this: "During the flood of 1988, Kadamtali barge sank while taking the woman and fortunate man by vessel. Everyone got on solid land yet the woman of great importance couldn't get up. Starting now and into the foreseeable future, the woman of great importance is still now and again watched crying at Kadamtali. Significantly more have seen. "
