When one of my flowers is worthless you
Father came with his hand in Dhaka. Father used to do iron business. A couple of years have passed since the road crash, his life is in danger. With the death of father, the happiness comes back to life. With a clearance of the happiness, now a small house in the light of the door of a light-shadowed life is wobbly life.
If you work at home, you do not have to. But what to do? Must have to live. The boy came to his house crying and crying because he could not fulfill his objection. Mind to look for frustration poetry The dreams of two eyes are painful, painful today. Memories occasionally give a slip. The past confused in front of the eyes. Why do you remember the husband's face again and again? Shimul's mother extended her way towards the path by passing the limit of the pitchtan. It is not possible to hide the sobbing out of mind without knowing it.
Shimul's sister's name is Bakul. Maya Kaya look Sleeping with his brother, he went to the flower shop with small feet. By collecting flowers or collecting flowers from the shop, two brothers and sisters in the busy places of the city screamed morning. In the summer, in the summer, chimpanzees of chocolate and sweets were fluttering in the ice cream and winter. He could sweat in the heat. No one wants to buy flowers easily, many have to do so. Someone bought flowers and took away the money with genuine smile. Many take away the mind that the last smile on the lip corner
But if the institutions are closed or if there is a strike, black clouds of drought will cover the expectations. These days are not sold at all. He was afraid to get wet with his hands. Eating penny becomes difficult. Sometimes it is necessary to satisfy hunger after eating leftovers. She does not have a lot of trouble for herself, but for a small sibling the book is broken. Eyes do not mean tied up. Suddenly feeling shy of the shirt chest near. Tears aside and hide the sister.
During his many hardships, his life was filled with joy. When playing in the country, with the sister standing on the street and watching the big screen Shimul Bakul does not understand cricket In a crowd of people, the TV does not look right on the small body. But there is no reminder about it. From the curtain, the joy of the brother outside of the screen is his jump. There is no occasion for small children to be happy. When the brother jumped and jumped, he kept clapping with a small hand. Shimul's favorite batsman Tamim Iqbal When Tamim got out, Shimul got out of his hand. Bakul also gave a hand to the forehead without understanding anything. But the brother is not mistaken to see if he sees it. When the brother gets shy to shame, Buckul hides his face in the shirt. Shimul pretends not to see it. Hiding between brothers and sisters continues to play. The hair of the growing growling hair is shuffled by hands. Bukul looked at his brother in a happy voice.