Rainy Day (Part-43)

Apala went to the house after leaving the telephone. It has been so long, but nobody sleeps. Everyone is awake. He did not eat anything all day, he did not eat at night.

Ramila

Gee afa ..

I'll have a cup of coffee. Give a cup of coffee very hard.

Anything else with aha?

Cut a piece of cheese. Bring me to my house. And listen, why are you all awake? Lying down

After many days, Apala was sitting with her book. There was a feeling of sleep, that feeling of drinking coffee was cut off. It feels very tired, and I want to write something. Apala started to write.

My dad

When class I was reading, the sir of Bengal let's write an essay written by your favorite people. Someone wrote Rabindranath, someone, Sharat Chandra Some of the smart girls wrote the essay by making the favorite people of foreign countries, Lenin, Einstein, Mother Teresa. I have written, my dear man my father Why did he write my own people also. I wrote a few small incidents. For example, I had a one-time tonsil operation. I can not eat anything solid. It was very difficult to see his father. He said, as long as my mother is not healthy, I will not eat anything solid. Actually, he did it for three days. Milk, chicken soup Took these things. Another time my severe toothache. What has happened in the soil of the soil How many medicines, how much the doctor does not reduce the pain. What happened to my father after seeing my suffering. Standing on the verandah, she started crying like a small child. What a strange matter! My pain decreased after my father heard crying. I said, Dad, you do not cry, my pain has decreased. Dad thought I was asking him to console me. He started crying more and more. If this person is not my favorite then who will? Rabindranath, Einstein, Mother Teresa - those people of the great age, the world's favorite of all. But I'm a little man, my little man is a little too small.

How much work! Sir Kabiruddin of our Bengal is very happy. I heard everyone in the class. Not only this, by copying the text he used to print daily Bengali children's pages. And surprisingly, the text was printed there. That's my first printed text and that's the end.