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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Pain / Problems / Adversity
- Published: 12/02/2016
Chain
Born 1985, M, from Dhaka, BangladeshThat day I was taking tea at a roadside tea-stall and waiting for my friend. He was my university colleague. His name was Arnab, the textile engineer. Microbus came and picked up us all. We were exhausted after taking classes in that clumsy summer. In the microbus, we were in huge fun. We were drinking cold beverages. We were crossing embankment and suddenly our female colleagues were requesting us to eat fuchka, a very popular food item in Bangladesh.
However, we went out from the microbus and joined with young ladies. I like fuchka. I took a double plate and Arnab shared some. We were enjoying the cool breeze. After finishing we again started the journey. Arnab was sleeping. I knocked him as we were very close to Nikunjo. Everyday both of us gossiped sometime, smoked cigarettes, and then took a rickshaw for our respective destinations.
My mother was eagerly asking me after reaching home if there was an accident in our way. I denied. She told me that we were saved by the creator from a serious accident which could be happened while we were passing an embankment. Might be the accident took place the time we were eating fuchka. She got the news from television.
However, I was checking scripts at night and before going to bed I was searching my cellphone to call my colleague Mr. Mehedi. He is a researcher as well. I was telling him about today's accident. He was telling me though our microbus drivers were very expert, the accident could happen anytime as all the vehicles tried to compete with each other. I became very anxious but he freed out of that.
The next morning I was waiting for microbus and listening to music on headphones. From the backside, Arnab knocked me and he was chilling with me. Arnab picked his cellphone then and he was calling the driver. Driver lamed him by saying that bus would be late for thirty minutes.
By the time we were taking tea and observing the critical passing of vehicles. Suddenly we saw a gentleman was trying to cross the road and initially he faced an accident. A car crashed his two legs and one hand. We rescued him and stopped a car to admit him to a hospital. What could we do more as we were chained by a discipline? We could admit the victim.
Chain(Puloq Arafat)
That day I was taking tea at a roadside tea-stall and waiting for my friend. He was my university colleague. His name was Arnab, the textile engineer. Microbus came and picked up us all. We were exhausted after taking classes in that clumsy summer. In the microbus, we were in huge fun. We were drinking cold beverages. We were crossing embankment and suddenly our female colleagues were requesting us to eat fuchka, a very popular food item in Bangladesh.
However, we went out from the microbus and joined with young ladies. I like fuchka. I took a double plate and Arnab shared some. We were enjoying the cool breeze. After finishing we again started the journey. Arnab was sleeping. I knocked him as we were very close to Nikunjo. Everyday both of us gossiped sometime, smoked cigarettes, and then took a rickshaw for our respective destinations.
My mother was eagerly asking me after reaching home if there was an accident in our way. I denied. She told me that we were saved by the creator from a serious accident which could be happened while we were passing an embankment. Might be the accident took place the time we were eating fuchka. She got the news from television.
However, I was checking scripts at night and before going to bed I was searching my cellphone to call my colleague Mr. Mehedi. He is a researcher as well. I was telling him about today's accident. He was telling me though our microbus drivers were very expert, the accident could happen anytime as all the vehicles tried to compete with each other. I became very anxious but he freed out of that.
The next morning I was waiting for microbus and listening to music on headphones. From the backside, Arnab knocked me and he was chilling with me. Arnab picked his cellphone then and he was calling the driver. Driver lamed him by saying that bus would be late for thirty minutes.
By the time we were taking tea and observing the critical passing of vehicles. Suddenly we saw a gentleman was trying to cross the road and initially he faced an accident. A car crashed his two legs and one hand. We rescued him and stopped a car to admit him to a hospital. What could we do more as we were chained by a discipline? We could admit the victim.
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