Spring afternoon! Sky came putting an azure saree on to take part in the romancing! Seemed flirtatious enough to coax the loners like me! Sitting at a corner of the TSC, I was watching people enjoying their precious time! And lamenting being alone! Alone, alone all alone among the sea of jutis (couples) and such a day, it was! Near me was sitting a bare footed boy of barely seven years old with a faded red plastic basket in hand! His peculiar green eyes seemed confused-what was going on all around! I was trying to feel better by redirecting my attention from the couples! So I peeped into the red basket. There were few roses! Colours of the withered flowers became indiscernible. Seemed were not saleable ever! I asked him what was the matter! After struggling to get the meaning what he said, it was like this, he collected those from Shahbag wholesale flower market after failing to buy the costly good ones! But probably no one dared to care his dear by giving those in fear of … I was fee...
...THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING ELSE!