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On a day like today

As soon as I woke up, I noticed that there was a heavy storm and rain outside. It was a real Kalbaisakhi. It was 10:30 in the morning. Everyone in the house was sleeping. I got up and went to the balcony. I stood with my hand on the grill. Raindrops were falling across the balcony. I moved away. A very cold wind was blowing. When there is a storm, my heart always feels good when I see a storm. I have a good feeling about rainy days. I have many good memories of rainy days. People say that when I see rain, I feel sad. I feel the opposite.

I took a book from the shelf and sat on the bed. I leaned my head against the wall and sat down comfortably. Let's read now. The book is called "Holiday Fun". My father bought it for me. When I was in class three. The book is a collection of a few short stories. All of the stories are my favorites. This is one of my favorite books, all the stories are favorite. The book is old. I can't take care of the book. Then people took it and returned it at different times, damaging it. The cover is worn out. The corners are bent. I am turning the pages of the book one by one and remembering the old days.

I remember when my father brought the book. There is a story in the book that I haven't read for a long time after I got the book. I didn't want to read it after seeing its title and the picture at the beginning of the story. One day, I fought against my mind and read it. But I liked it. We always judge people by their outer appearance. If you don't mix with people, you don't understand what gems are hidden inside. That happened to me in the case of this story too. While reading the story, my eyes got stuck on a page.

I remembered something nine years ago. At that time, an uncle used to come to our house a lot. He was a very chatty person. He would come and chat. So, the day before Eid, I was sitting with this book. I was sitting and reading the story and marking the lines that I liked with my pen. So, when my uncle came and saw me reading, he said, "What a boy, father! Who would sit down to read the day before Eid?"

I said, "Not a book to read. It's a story book. Look," and I held out the book. At that time, the book was not in the pitiful condition it is now. My uncle took the book, shook it, looked at the cover, and gave it back. He didn't even turn a single page inside. I understood that reading books is not everyone's business. Books are written for people like me. So I read them. He invited me to his house at that time and took me to his house. He had a son a few months ago. He is a businessman. There are no books in the house. I understood that the son will be like his father. When the son grows up, he will not even go near the book.

While reading, I remembered one or two things like this. Suddenly I saw Sinbad sitting next to me. I didn't notice when he came. He was sitting and relaxing. Meanwhile, Hamilon is not around me today. He seems to be still sleeping. He sleeps near his mother. I pulled Sinbad to my lap. He didn't stop him. He must have felt cold. The weather is like that. Cold. I sat him on my lap and took the book in my hand and started reading aloud - as if I was reading a book to him. I do that. I read books aloud sometimes.

Many times I pretend to be many things. I pretend that many people are sitting in front and I am reading their stories. I pretend that people are listening to me and I am advising them on various matters. But there is no one anywhere. I pretend that I am a monk who has renounced the world. I go outside and walk here and there. I keep walking. If I find a place to sit on the road, I sit. Sometimes I go to the mosque and sit. I pray. The fan is off. The monks don't have to take advantage of the artificial air. It increases addiction. Once I tried to eat panta bhat at home. Monks don't always get food through alms. Most of the time they have to go hungry or eat panta bhat. I vomited while eating panta. After that I never wanted to be a monk again. Pretending to be happy.