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Oh dear me. Look at this. A baby playing
with a ball (1964). I could very well move my limbs at
that time. But one sad incident happened at that time, I
heard from Amma. I swallowed quite an amount of Kerosin
accidentally, while playing nearby a Kerosin Tin. I became senseless and was taken to hospital. Doctors washed the stomach and somehow my life was saved. But I think now, my life had been always full of accidents and bad lucks. |
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know, it's hard to believe. But
it's really me (1964). A tricycle and a baby. It is the
common scenario of Bangladeshi baby's. A baby learns to
rock by means of this cycle. It is the first toy a father
will bring for his baby, who just learnt walking. Still the scenario is the same, but just the technology is improved. The cycles are more gorgeous and added with more features. |
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I
just got admitted to my first
school, Holy Cross (aged about 5, 1967). I went to school
with my Bubu and looked around with surprise at very many
different kinds of faces in the outside world for the
very first time. I still can hear the bells rang by the Nuns in their typical dresses. They used to speak at me in English, although I was unable to make anything out of their words at that time. My Bubu Parveen and me was same by nature, Azam was little restless. |
