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A flying bird

Published : Saturday, 6 October, 2018 at 12:00 AM Count : 463
Masuma Ruma

I live in Dhaka. My parents died in a deadly road accident three years ago. From then i faced a great turnover in my mysterious life. My only one uncle has taken over my whole responsibilities, especially the responsibility of my academic studies. My academic history is quite better. So he believes that my future is bright. And one day I will take care of himself and other members of his family. I really try to fulfil his demand. In fact i have no other option!
Firoz is my close friend. He is a brilliant boy. His philosophy always inspires me to do something different. He is a boy coming from a remote village. I am fascinated by the words he uses to describe the beauty of his village. One day i told Firoz that i was curious to visit and enjoy the natural beauty of his village. Because i need a break! I am tired enough of following the instructions of my uncle. He never tries to understand my needs, even for a second. It seems that I have forgotten i am man! So it's a good opportunity for me to make me relaxed for some moments. Firoz is happy enough listen to my unexpected interest. Because he has told me many times to go with him to his beautiful village. So it's time for relaxation!
Next day Firoz bought two train tickets for us. It's my first train journey! I know most of the people disbelieve my words. We started our train journey before the dusk in order to enjoy the beauty of night. I have read many things about the beauty of night train journey in different books. This is the first time i am going to realize that in reality. It's a big moment of my life!
The fire-flies began to sparkle over the paddy fields. It seemed that i am enjoying the dance of the stars! The light of the fire-flies removed the dismal memories from my heart. From then i started to enjoy my life. I felt that life is beautiful if we can make it in our own way. The mood of the night was so charming! It was an environment of reciting poetry. But i had no poetry book with me then. It's my bad luck! Life is a mixture of different feelings. We should assume as much feelings as possible. Otherwise we have to repent for the failure of enjoying this short and beautiful life. Firoz and I passed the whole night gossiping with each other. I started a new morning, a new day of my life.
For the first time I really felt that I am a flying bird in my own sky!

The writer is a student of English department, Dhaka University

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