My cousin...

With my cousin. He is Mustafizur Rahman Sishir. I call him Sishir. In Bangali language, sishir means dew. We went for a walk on the river. Which is in the river Padma next to our village We used to ride motorcycles together occasionally, but we used to ride bicycles more when we didn't have a motorcycle. I spent most of my childhood with him. he is 1 year older than me But we have more friendship than brother. That's why I spent most of my childhood with him. I called him my childhood patner.

When I was younger, I used to play more games with Shishir's brother. I spent more time with him. We used to move together. Because he was about the same age as my other siblings, about the same age as me. But he was very fickle, very naughty. For this I should avoid him, he would give this advice from my family members, specially my mother. He used to be naughty with everyone when he was young. But he had a lot of intelligence. As a result, he could do a lot of work at a young age. The work that many could not do. For this he received much praise. I learned a lot from him. For example, how to learn to swim, how to climb trees, how to ride a bicycle, etc. 

He taught me all these things with interest He used to go to the orchard as a child and pick fruit, and I used to collect it. But we would share the fruit equally among ourselves. I was his good work partner. I was the youngest member of our household. I got less help from him in my studies but much more in other jobs. He is a good person. I respect him...