A phone call
As I was having lunch, sitting alone at the dining table, my phone rang and vibrated. So, I took the phone out of my pocket and glanced at the screen. It was her. I cut the call, thinking I would call her after lunch and put the phone on the table. Right away, the phone rang again, her name jerking on the screen. It might be an urgent call. Thus, I might as well have received the call and held the phone to my ear. Just as I said, 'Hello', she scolded me for cutting the call, saying I had been chatting with another girl over a messenger, not giving me a chance to explain why I had done this. She threatened me not to phone me ever in her life if I cut her call ever. When I tried to say after falling for her, I hadn't even looked at the other girls, she stopped me and called me a pathological liar. I swore on her that I didn't lie. Thereupon, she forbade me to swear on her. She told that she should have deserted me before, but she couldn't do it out of sympathy.
Is Michael Chakma still alive? We need an answer
In a functional democracy, where basic human rights such as holding a political opinion were more than just lip service, the disappearance of a frontline defender of the ethnic people of the Hill would have generated a political shock wave, drastic action, and even solidarity.
The guilt
The batsman hit a six, and the ball landed on a nearby tin-shed house. And Nishat, a fielder, chased the ball. As he was casting around for the ball in the yard, the woman emerged from the room, wearing a sleeveless top. Though the woman was his friend's mother, his friend was living in his maternal uncle's house then, he couldn't take his eyes off the sensual curve of her ample breast and her bare plump arms. In fact, his tiny penis hardened under his trouser.