ParashMoni (Part-35)

Yad Saheb got up and sat up. Talking to the child, the boy said the cigar. His nausea was empty. He stepped down from the bed and walked to the verandah. Sneaky lane in front of the balcony. He has to stay from a huge house in Mohammadpur, in front of the house in front of the Ghapasi lane. What country will be independent when he is alive? Can be found back home? Yad Sahib felt a bit embarrassed. He is seeking the independence of the country for personal interest-it is not right.

He went to his study room at the bus stop with a cup of tea. This small house has all the papers in his office. He spent a long time here. She likes to have her own look and look at the prints. But today does not look good. Feeling lazy. There is nothing now in business. All types of construction work are closed. The government has to pay a huge amount of money to the government. It is not available. Can not go Tragedy; All will be in the water. According to him, the Bangalees were the biggest victims of this battle. Construction firms Egg waist broke. This waist will not be right anymore. The country is not even independent. He fell a breath. Calling Bell is playing. Two of us have come here. They do not like them. But still he opened the door in the face of smile. And agreeablely said, how are you mother in the night?

I'm good

Apala mother, why is that face black?

Apala did not answer. She would not like her puff. Not at all Yad Saheb said, What mother, why not talk?

Not good to talk, so I'm not saying.

Yad Saheb went silent.