Just five minutes back, i was thinking of going for sleep. I just stopped to write about my daughter. Yesterday, we had a very special evening, playing at casino, candle light diner -only me and my daughter. She ordered one coke for me and Fanta for her. She knows what i like and what I do not like. She knows my phone number and she can call me. She is only five years old. She knows the facts of life.
I told her out with me. to tell her that I also have father and mother. However, they are not staying with us. they are living 10,00 km away. We must see them on school holiday. She likes to plan for her holidays to Sea beach or Dubai or somewhere -- where she will be with us. She does not want to go to Bangladesh. She is scared of mosquitos - hot weather and traffic.
I tried to convince her. I am not sure whether she understood my emotion. But she understood my feelings. I wanted her to talk to my mother. She can't talk. She does not understand Bengali that much. Specially my mother speaks Narshingdi Bengali -- she hardly can understand. In my childhood -- i used to stay with my grandma. however, my daughter cannot stay with her grandma. She even cannot talk to her. I really donot -- what are we achieving by doing successful business or working internationally.
Days are going -- it is already 3 months -- last time I had been to Bangladesh. Moving towards country to country -- crossing continents -- still mind is in Bangladesh - -the bank of river, the green field and breezes. Those days will never come back. I will never see Bangladesh -- the way i saw in my childhood. I will never able to show it to my daughter.
Time is passing by - our glorious moments are going to history. We do not have time to stop -- we are only running, running towards an endless tunnel. We can cry -- no one will hear. We can smile, no one will care. We are busy painting under the big city tunnel. We are building new empire bigger and bigger – sacrificing life.
Wake up ... Wake up... get ready -- move .. move ... Say good morning .. even if it is not good. Say thank you -- even if you do not feel. We are in a drama stage -- everyday we are enjoying drama.
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