,Another beautiful city of Bangladesh which I can not say. ..a a few days ago there was no such childhood thought. Probably until then, I thought of myself as a child. But since I was admitted to the university, I remember the early childhood. Coming to this shocking environment of Dhaka, it is good to lose that calm farther.
Because of being in the village, the childhood was spent naturally, beautifully. I grew up on the tree, crossed the canal, played the mangoes of the mango tree. I have gone out of the kite by scribbling the song master (due to this scandal, my song was lost in the very early days and I escaped from my crap).
When I was young, my little uncle went to study in China after taking a scholarship. This is a very exciting event for me and my friends. He sent many letters and photos. That is why, in my childhood, some of my thoughts took hold of Chinese puppies looking beautiful like dolls. Think of the Chinese Magazine's turn to turn away!
***Now tell a story about class two. In the English books of that time, a man was created with circles, triangles, squares etc. A suitcase with a quadruple shape in the man's hand. So one day homework in the class, one of them would have to take a picture in the class. A fairly easy picture to draw. So there was no trouble to draw anyone. The trouble is, when I went to paint in the film. Brown color has been used in the book, and none of us has any brown color! There were no color pencils available for color to brown. At the end, finding a way out does not mean a strange way.
Terracotta stove!
In rural areas, almost all households are cooked in soil or oven. Once upon a time the oven dust became brown. We did our homework in painting the picture with brown brown soil!
Oh, if I could get lost in those brown-colored days ...!