The Lost Childhood:
I return home after school closure. I take a bath, finish eating, then sleep. At 4.00 pm, my mother used to return from the madrasa. During the Azan of Asr, my mother used to wake me up. Then a little sport. Understand the city environment.
Anyway, I would sit down to read in the evening, until 10.00 pm. After reading all the books, then eating dinner.
We, brothers and sisters, ate together.
Then we would go to sleep together.
Daily routine barrier school. A small school bag. And that was my daily companion.
However, like the present time, we did not have to go to school with a few kg of book back full of bags.
Only 6/7 books counted in hand.
The time of the first school life was really sweet and captivating. The time of childhood with thousands of memories. Which is gone and never found again. No one gets it back.
Kushtia's Central Jame Mosque was next to the house. I used to go to this mosque to pray occasionally. Then I was a small man, my parents would not be so stressed to pray. I read at my own will.
Sometimes I would go to the mosque to offer Maghrib prayers to avoid studying. I would return home a little late.
If I could never prepare to read, I would go to the mosque to pray Esha for fear of my mother.
Because if I don't read, my mother will beat me.
My parents would never stop me from praying.
My parents never objected me to pray.
Main Road is a little away from our home. Whose name is NS Road. The market next to the road.
There were two bakeries in front of the mosque. At that time two bakery named Shaheen and Standard was very famous.
My grandfather, including his bodyguard, used to come to those bakeries occasionally.
If someone came and told me, I saw your nan in that bakery.
Leaving reading, I would run to Bakery one. For meeting Nana.
Nana used to tell me what to eat?
I used to say, chocolate, cake, gum.
Nana used to buy me chocolate, cake, gum,
In the hand of food, I would happily return home.
Nana is remembered from time to time. It's been many years, Nani is dead. Nana died a few years later.
Now don’t tell that story. However, I was a very dear grandson of my grandparents ( Nana and Nani).
Because I was the big grandson. Big daughter's eldest son. The eldest grandson of the clan.
"I am a human being, with feelings and emotions and scars and flaws, just like anyone else."........... Josh Gordon
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