Kamrul invited him to his house in Comilla. I took my son with me and left with Kamrul for the purpose of Comilla. About 20 km away from the town of Comilla, his village home is Barura Thana. We have to walk a lot to get on the bus.
We are walking along the bank of a small canal. Now the rainy season, the canal is full of water. Mosques, markets, colleges, schools are all in this village. There are small bridges over the canal. His father is the imam of a mosque. I have never seen such an honest person in my life. He could not deposit any money except running his family by paying his own salary. He couldn't build a good house at home.
I went to the market to drink tea in the evening. A fire is burning in the face of a distant gas field. It is in the territory of India. And it's been burning for over 50 years.
The next day it was my turn to return home. I took 2 kg of the famous juice Malai of Comilla. I took one sapling of Bilumb tree. I have been eating fruit from the tree for many years. But I was leaving the box of sweets on the train.
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