His lips opened up and closed at times just like the beak of an injured dove. He had lost almost all of his hair and whatever was left looked like cotton balls. Water was dripping down from the saline bottle by the bedside. A small pipe from the saline bottle was inserted into the vein of his left hand.
Buddhisagar
The day I was born !
When the news of my birth finally reached my father, my father cycled all the way from katasebazar to our home. He took me in his hands and stared at my face with tears of joy forming in the corner of his eyes. He raised me up towards the sky and said,' May my son have a very good fortune'.
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