My day’s after the Eid ware multicolored. Sometimes it was black, sometimes white & sometimes others. On the 3rd day of the Eid I had gone to Dhaka, my grandfather’s house. There I was passing my golden times with my cousin Dipu. But those golden times turned into mud in a second. One of my grandfathers had gone for ever. The atmosphere of there became serious with the sound of howling. We two boys were out of sleep for whole night. After two day’s later I with my aunts and uncles had paid a visit to many places of Dhaka. We visited some parks, Sangshad Bhaban and The American Center Library (only me)
The next day we started our backward journey to Gazipur, my home town. After reaching here I became learn about the death of Partho & Bishawjith da. They pass this world by sinking under water. Their death had made a profound silent around this zoon. That news came to me like a bolt from the blue. That was really implausible reports for me. Even now I can’t consider their death.
