"Amal Kanti wanted to be Radur. Couldn't. No matter how many hundreds of ages have passed, the hopes of Amal Kanti are not fulfilled here. In this city, 'sorrow' plays here and there. "
Walking in the evening, crossing the Panthapath signal and walking some distance - "Sir, will you take some pencils and pens? You will need your children at home".
A few packets of pencil pen in one hand. The eyes of the man soaked in sweat on the shoulder bag are talking. Her face looks very sad after her long hair, sweat on her body, wearing Punjabi street lamp paste. She cries out in agony. The color of the evening quickly turns black in his eyes.
He has a pencil pen worth 10/20 rupees. I didn't need it, but I bought two packets. I wanted to know where you came from?
Began to speak. The story of one Kurnish worthy life struggle. At the same time, he was paralyzed with one hand and one leg crippled. Name May Billal Hassan. Home Gaibandha. Lives in Amtala slum of Rajabazar. He left home at seven in the morning. Return at eleven o'clock at night. They sell stationery on buses or on the streets of Dhaka city by ferry. That's the way it goes. Mother, two daughters and wife are at home. There is a profit of 3/4 hundred rupees per day. It is difficult to run the family, it is difficult to move, but now he has adjusted. At the age of three, his left arm and one leg became useless in Paleo. On the other hand, life takes a turn. Sixty-six-year-old Bellal Hassan was saying, "I can't do it now. It is an advantage to be able to do business sitting in one place. But who will give the place?"
In the meanwhile it started raining heavily. Bellal Hassan limped away.
Black clouds are rising in the sky. It may rain. I think the man will get wet as soon as he leaves. Did the street lights go out suddenly? The black pitch road seemed to be a little too black. I became a father.
Bellal Hassan got rid of the troubles with the sound of horns of many cars and left under the wheels. Big pain in the chest, but the mouth does not say anything.
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