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29/04/2018

Bewitched to Bloom
By Zareefa Bashir

She was sure that he was aware of her glare, but it made no difference, she continued looking at what was most beautiful to her; his face. God, there was something unusual, definitely something about him. What was it, that attracted her like a magnet? She knew if she started counting, the list would probably be a really long one.

Perfection, he truly was. He was someone who never failed to surprise her. Intelligence, smartness, appearance, loyalty and humbleness; then what was that he lacked? Nothing. He was just complete. It was all in the eyes she was once told. A smile was not genuine unless the eyes smiled too. Words meant nothing unless the eyes spoke them too. And, God, those eyes; they smiled everytime his lips did and verified each and every word he uttered and maybe just maybe his eyes said something more.

Just an eye contact which would last more than a few seconds or a fistbump was enough to set her mind on fire and the fuel was his touch. She could feel her muscles contracting, a strange warmth in her blood and a very unfamiliar feeling which was probably called butterflies in the stomach; everytime he complimented the attributes she possessed. A mere gesture from him sufficed to make her day memorable; something she would like to cherish or be lost in at alone times just to remind herself that, yes, life is beautiful.

She took a glance at herself in the long mirror of her changing room; she could not remember the last time she was searching for beauty in herself but that did not ,matter now. She slowly opened the clip that had a tight grip of her hair. Wow! He was so right! She actually had amazing hair. She watched her reddish brown hair bounce gracefully till her waist. She touched her hair with her just manicured hands; damn, softness they were. She moved her fingers through her hair and for a few moments his voice replayed in her head and inevitably she smiled. She noticed that there was something in her smile, was it the reason behind it?

Sometimes the strongest people are those who love beyond all faults, cry behind closed doors and fight battles nobody knows about. This made no sense to her at the moment still unaware of the reason this line crossed her mind but like every other thought that was also of least importance right now. Damn, he occupied her mind; he took over it completely. What sort of power did he have over her, she wondered in silence.

Zara came to believe that all hardships a person had to face none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting. She wished to listen to him, to talk to him for hours and also to sit in silence next to him. Mostly she desired to tell him how she felt about him, she wanted him to know that he was her universe and she dreamt of him both asleep and awake but then again she feared; she feared rejection. She did not want to give a consideration to the thought of losing him, it terrified her in a deadly manner. So she rather decided to keep things the way they were. Feeling half complete but still delighted made her understand the perfection of the situation.

She was mesmerized by her self-confidence, she believed in herself; she believed that a day is awaiting their presence where both of them will feel the same way about each other. How could she not? He was the one who raised the spirit in her, her soul was a blazing fire now. A fire of everlasting love, hope and confidence.

25/03/2018

After the Pakistani general election, 1970, Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, then head of the largest political party of Pakistan, the Awami League, had won with a clear majority, the Pakistan military government headed by Yahya Khan was not willing to hand over power. Negotiations began, but Sheikh Mujib's reputation was such that the ruling Punjabi leadership never trusted him, let alone by the Pakistan established, no matter Mujib's efforts. When all indications gradually surfaced crystal clear, promises given were not followed through, the whole nation of Bengali speaking Muslims and Hindus of East Pakistan dived into the spirit and vibe of a real struggle. On 7 March 1971 Sheikh Mujib gave his now famous speech in Ramna Race course where he called for a non-cooperation movement.

Pakistan Urdu and Punjabi speaking personnel rounded up Bangla speaking armed forces officers, NCOs, and enlisted personnel. Forced disappearances went rampant. On the evening of 25 March in an interview with David Frost, Sheikh Mujib still called out openly for negotiation and a united Pakistan. That night the Pakistan Army spilled out to the streets killing and started Operation Searchlight. It was official, they were not ready for a peaceful transfer of political power to the Awami League led by Sheikh Mujibur Rahman.

During the early hours of 26 March 1971 the independence of Bangladesh was declared by Sheikh Mujibur Rahman and the guerilla struggle officially began. The people of then independence declared Bangladesh took part in this war to be a separate nation independent from Pakistan. Independence for Bangladesh was gained through a nine-month guerilla war against the Pakistan Army, and their collaborators including paramilitary Razakars which resulted in the death of about 3 million people in the Bangladesh Liberation war and Bangladesh Genocide. The Mukti Bahini, later with military support from USSR and India, defeated the Pakistan Army ending the war on 16 December of that year.

Happy Independence Day!

23/03/2018

Micro-Tale — Your Disobedient Child
By Zareefa Bashir

Papa ~ the first word I uttered. Papa’s hands ~ I took the first steps of life holding them. Papa’s lap ~ where I slept most of my childhood. His arms ~ the safest place ever! Now that I’m a big girl papa and you are growing old or I would rather say more experienced of life. It is such a wonderful feeling to do what you have done for so long ~ to wish you a happy birthday! No wonder I can not ever do even half of as much you have done for me but this opportunity should undoubtedly not go wasted. So I would like to thank you for being who you are and that is being the best dad ever and I swear I mean it. I may not say it often but yes, I love you to the moon and back a trillion times; you are my superman.

13/03/2018

There were 67 passengers and four flight crew on-board the Bombardier Dash 8 Q400 aircraft, among whom 37 were Bangladeshis, 32 were Nepalis, one Chinese and one Maldivian nationals.

01/10/2017

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13/09/2017

Title — iPhone X, 8 and 8 Plus Revealed
By Azman Anju Khan Chowdhury

http://todaystales.com/2017/09/13/iphone-x-8-8-plus-revealed/

iPhone X The iPhone X has good cameras. Both 12MP like on the 8 Plus, but a faster telephoto lens, which also gains optical image stabilisation. The flash is also improved, but some things you can never really fix, and one of those is a camera flash placed right next to the lens. Just find better li...

07/09/2017

Story - Memories
By Samudra Gupta

- "Please don't kill me, I haven't done anything to you. I do not even know you. I beg your mercy, please".

He smiled. A cruel smile. A disdained look fell upon him.

- "I only want friends. I wanna be friends with you. What's wrong with that?"

- "I will be your friend. But please, let me go."

- "Too bad. Dead Friends."

-"Walls."

He screamed out so loud. His face got distorted, lips got curled in anger. Rage was overflowing in that single word.

The captive man was as silent as a dead man. He knew that this psychopath was going to kill him, maybe chop him into pieces, eat his flesh, drink his blood with such impregnation. Why is all this really happening?

I never knew this son of a bitch. I led a good life. I am a happy man with my family. Why God why? Several thoughts were clouding his head. He looked at the psychopath. He was smiling, this time with sheer pain. A smile so miserable. Sometimes a smile can tell what a man has been through. One single smile to depict all the sufferings. Life is a joke after all.

- "Yes, you are right."

- "Right about what?"

- "I will kill you. But first I want to tell you something, something about my life. You ready to listen?"

- "I will give you money, anything you ask for. But please....."

The psychopath laughed. "Ahahahahaahahahaa". Like it was the most funny thing he has ever heard. A look full of satires and brutality was dancing on his face. "Now just shut up and listen to my miserable story or you'll be silenced perpetually".

He began with clearing his throat or it would be better described as scoffing.

- "A great deal of pain dwells in me, he said it in fecklessness. I never aspired to be like this, where every act of mine literally implores for eyes of disapproval. You know what my mother deduced when I was younger? She said that I will be someone she will always be proud of. She got beaten every night by my father, that bastard knew every way of torturing a woman. And guess what she'd come at me in the morning concealing all her pain. And I couldn't bear that look.So I killed her."

- "What? You killed your own mother? It was your father who was..."

- "Are you deaf? Another word and I will f**kin' kill you now.
After the murder of my mother, my father was the one held accountable for the act. How generous of my neighbors! My father had no longer his companion, no one to satisfy his swinish pleasure."

The man was all silent, something is bothering him. Distant memory or something. Something which faded long ago.

- "What happened next?"

- "You do like talking don't you? Let's have a coin toss. Heads and you live to listen, otherwise, you know how it works."

He flipped the coin very gently. It was heads.

- "Well, you just saved your life until my story ends. You are a lucky bitch. Let's move on to the next part. A love story. Ahahahahahahahahaha. I fell in love with a girl. How amazing, isn't it? Love is a mental disorder affiliated with uncontrollable flow of emotions. Something is wrong with all of us. All those tragic love stories, Romeo and Juliet's are just not enough, so we do this."

He tore his shirt apart and in his middle of the chest, there was only one word engraved, "Betrayal".

- "My goodness! What have you done to yourself?"

- "Shhhhh,That's my girlfriend's name. Quite an unusual name she had. So sweeeeeeet."

Now he knows what was bothering him. It was "Memories". Yes, memories from distant past. Memories which have given him nightmares all his life. Memories he tried so hard to forget and live a stereotype life. But now...

- "Can I ask you one last thing?"

The psychopath pursed his mouth with a self satisfying smirk. Like he knew what he was going to ask.

- "Why waste your last words on this very world with so many questions?"

- "I don't care. You are myself, right? We two are the same person."

- Shhhhh.....Shhhhh....Shhhhh.....

A gunshot was fired and it was all silent, all so silent. Memories don't weep after all.

19/05/2017

Poetry - The Limited Horizons
By Rafeed Chowdhury

I wake you up in the middle of the night
You wake up from your sleep to make sure I’m not famished
Without getting annoyed even a bit from my cry
You make sure my tears are vanished...

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http://todaystales.com/2017/05/20/the-limited-horizons/

All day I bore you with my stale sounds But you never become bored; instead enjoy each of my gestures As you lift me up I notice the fake dimples despite your back pain Because you want it all to be an adventure I wake you up in the middle of the night You wake …

10/05/2017

Story - A Tale of Hope
By Mehreen Afrin Aysha

"...Even gravity seemed merciless as it was dragging him down with all it’s values. The frolicsome guy have lost every essence of living. Weather forecast seemed to..."

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http://todaystales.com/2017/05/10/a-tale-of-hope/

“Why do you look so nervous? ” – with about 4.5 seconds of interval, he approached to answer the question he thought he just heard and realized how the words he thought of raveled inside his mind, enough to not make it to his mouth to be uttered, he felt dumb. His knees still unconscious …

27/04/2017

Story - The Birthday Gift
By Amit Panja
.. “WHY CAN’T YOU BUY ME A SMARTPHONE ??!!” I would shout at her. She would reply in her shaky, soothing voice, “You know we can’t afford it. It is barely possible for us to afford our day to day items. And look, your Dad does not even have a cell phone.” Deaf to her pleas of mercy, I would rebuke her “All my classmates have it. I feel insulted in their presence...

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I grew up in a lower middle class family. Always in need of commodities, I despised the life I led. My parents were, well, a lower middle class income individuals, striving their best to run the house and provide me with a bright future. But I was too naïve to recognize the significance of their …

24/04/2017

Story- Thalassic
By Rafeed Chowdhury
.Asif’s eyes got locked into a girl sitting on the opposite table. He had never looked at a girl in that way after going into a relationship with Faria. It was not like that girl was really beautiful, but somehow she seemed to steal all of Asif’s attention. Just like a film scene, the girl’s orna touched Asif’s face when she got up to go to the restroom. Irfan noticed it...

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They reached Cox’s Bazaar after Zuhr Azaan. A car arrived from the hotel to pick them up. The group didn’t fit in the car properly,but the image of them struggling to sit seemed perfect. There they were, the three best friends- Asif, Mahmud and Irfan. They needed to go someplace out of Dhaka city to...

22/04/2017

Story ( Mystery ) - Waiting
By Rafeed Chowdhury
..He took one of the cases that nobody dared to solve. As n***y was his thoughts, he never gave it a thought about why nobody solved the case of Rokeya Karim....

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http://todaystales.com/2017/04/22/waiting/

Detective Shabuj Matin was in a complete dilemma. He doubted the future of his career. Not only he faltered his job, but his financial struggles put him in a sense of desolation. Shabuj decided to give it one last try. He took one of the cases that nobody dared to solve. As n***y was his …

21/04/2017

Poetry-Thank You
By Mooshda Saheem
..And even after 17 years
We’re still the way we were then..

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http://todaystales.com/2017/04/22/thank-you/

Friends come and go But I’m proud to say that you’re still here. When I was a year old you came into my life Making me the cheerful person I am now We’ve been best friends since you were born And even after 17 years We’re still the way we were then You came to …

19/04/2017

Story - Post Funeral Effects
By Rafeed Chowdhury And Fardeen Zareef
.It was a just another evening as he sat on the floor and watched the others glide on the wooden floor, ecstatic with joy. He stared at the grey sky outside and was thinking about this Radiohead song that was playing on the radio as his mother dropped him there. It wasn’t until a gentle touch on his shoulder that he had realized he had zoned out yet again..

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http://todaystales.com/2017/04/20/post-funeral-effects/.

Emptiness. Grief. Troubled thoughts. Edmund was edging closer to a mental breakdown. It hasn’t been easy ever since the funeral took place. He knew it wasn’t ever going to be the same, but a small part of him had hoped for the unexpected. His father was his best friend and he couldn’t help but remi...

18/04/2017

Story - Flames
By Ayela Amin
..."Oh, he’s so gullible.” Elaine thought to herself as Jordan stitched her cut up, like every other day. She would come back home late every night. With wounds and bruises all over her body. He never really pushed her to say why she had them. She was quick on her feet, though. She always had stories up her sleeves...

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http://todaystales.com/2017/04/18/flames/

“Oh, he’s so gullible.” Elaine thought to herself as Jordan stitched her cut up, like every other day. She would come back home late every night. With wounds and bruises all over her body. He never really pushed her to say why she had them. She was quick on her feet, though. She always had …

17/04/2017

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12/04/2017

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07/04/2017

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04/04/2017

Story — An Ode To Romance
By Fardeen Zareef
..True love comes only once. And falling in love with the person of your dreams is a feat only very few people manage to achieve. But once you do...

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http://todaystales.com/2017/04/04/an-ode-to-romance/

You can only hold onto your dreams as long as the foundations of it are strong. Once a part of it crumbles, it disintegrates. It’s sad that what you dream is not someone else’s dream. We live in a society where people don’t have time for anyone else. We are so busy chasing our dreams …

01/04/2017

Poem — The General Feeling Which Drives Us
By Azharul Islam Rakib
..Do we deserve this agony?
No but life is unfair
That feeling makes us strong enough to handle the agony...

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http://todaystales.com/2017/04/01/general-feeling-drives-us/

It will never allow us to give up Even if the obstacles are too big Even if the people give us a dig Do we deserve this agony? No but life is unfair That feeling makes us strong enough to handle the agony It can make us one of the greats It can allow us …

31/03/2017

Story — Orange April
By Rafeed Chowdhury

The reason friendship turns into love is that it wasn’t just friendship at the first place. Something more special. Something more divergent from the average phenomenon. You don’t need love to enter a realm of friendship. But you need...

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The reason friendship turns into love is that it wasn’t just friendship at the first place. Something more special. Something more divergent from the average phenomenon. You don’t need love to enter a realm of friendship. But you need friendship to be in love. Leave it. Too much entangled. It’s surp...

28/03/2017

Title: Orange April
By Rafeed Chowdhury

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23/03/2017

This writing has been written for the Battle of Inks 1.0 organized by Today’s Tales.

Title: My Idea of a Better World
Name: Nasif Karim
Registration Number: BOITTJ1773

Today, the world is such a paradox. Some of us are nestled safely in our bed thinking about the privileges of the next day, when , in some other part of this very world, people are dying in such a rate that people have lost count. We throw away food while in Africa; people are swallowing dirt to ease their hunger pains. We are too privileged to understand their suffering, and we won’t understand as long as we have a roof over our head, food on our fork, clothes on our back and a warm bed prepared for us.

The whole system is flawed. From the earliest of times, the world has made the rich people richer and have ripped the poor people from their share to maintain the balance.We don't think before spending money on useless things while people are struggling to stay alive. Is it not us, the privileged, who should be helping the needy? But the system has turned us greedy , and has dried us from sympathy.Selfishness runs through our veins.

We have become so selfish in fact, that we refuse to acknowledge anyone outside our kind, colour, or caste.Hence, the birth of racism, sexism , bigotry and many other ill intents took place. We keep inventing new ways of demean and dividing each other.During the time when humankind was at its youngest, people were divided. Tribes, kingdoms, cities, countries, we never stopped dividing ourselves. Imagine humankind existing as one, with no divisions. Billions of people would not have to lose their lives for an empty cause.

In my opinion, to create a better world, we have to get rid of the useless pride that infects us till this day. We have to remove all divisions and exist as one, and not just the geographic ones. We have to exterminate our mind of all racism, sexism and any other malicious intent. This will help us build an ideal society, fare to everyone.A society where help will be delivered to those who need it, A society where everyone will be above the poverty line, an ideal society which does not exist and never did.

23/03/2017

This writing has been written for the Battle of Inks 1.0 organized by Today’s Tales.

Title: My Idea of a Better World
Name: Adib Akhtab
Registration Number: BOITTJ1771

My mother once whispered in my ears,’’ My son, there will be countless people who will criticize you, deprave you for being a good human being, but never let all those criticisms dominate you. Instead, you should dominate them, and even if someone does hurt you in a way that will find a place to reside in your heart, like an arrow that cuts deep through your flesh to make you feel pain till you breathe your last, replace it with your sense of purity and determination.” My mother passed away, but this advice of hers still resonates within me, and it played to play a prominent role on my journey to become a successful entrepreneur of a fast-growing company.

The purpose of telling this is based upon the fact that people are too judgemental, and it is becoming quite rampant in today’s world. When a person tries to climb up on his ladder of success, that person is being pulled down by his family, by his society. Consequently, he becomes socially demotivated, and his dreams of spreading out his wings of freedom are shattered to pieces, that too only for one particular reason- being judged too much. My question is- what is the point of being highly educated when a person does not even know how to value other people’s success?

To some extent, judging people is all right. However, when it becomes a habit, people find it really tough to get rid of being too judgemental. Being too judgemental brings about layers of bad qualities within that person. Firstly and the most dangerous of all, jealousy solidifies deep within that person. Thus, a moral hazard is created not only among friends and family, but it also becomes rampant to the society as well.

Nevertheless, let’s think what would have happened if people were not that judge-mental- people would confidently prove the world that he is worth something. In one way or another, he could have contributed to the society, which would have led to many other benefits for the society.

From a third person’s perspective, it is very to judge one’s success, to simply overthrow it with the help of some words. However, we are simply devoid of the fact that how much pain and hurt we bestowed upon them. It just reveals how pathetic and arrogant people we are.

Hence, people always tend to look for different possible solutions through the help of which we can make a better world, for example, improving the health care system, educational system and whatnot. However, the first and probably the most important thing that people should have deep within them is not being too judgemental. If we can nurture this problem of ours, I believe that we can make this world a better place to live in.

23/03/2017

This writing has been written for the Battle of Inks 1.0 organized by Today’s Tales.

Title: My Idea of a Better World
Name: Jahin Kabir
Registration Number: BOITTJ1772

“The world breaks everyone and afterward
many are strong at the broken places”
- Ernest Hemingway, Farewell to Arms

No matter how much we want light to outshine darkness, the shadow of reality has spread so overwhelmingly throughout the world that it’s become inevitable now. Now we are forced to deal with not only the harsh reality of the fact that the world, our only refuge during the darkest of times, has now become a place torn by strife and despair, but also the guilt of realising that this is all our fault. The moment we chose hatred over love and prejudice over acceptance, we doomed the world to this future.

Yes, the present state of the world is our fault, for the troubles of humanity are the liabilities of every member within humanity, just like solving those problems is their responsibility. The perfect world that we want should be the one we create, because in the end, it is up to us, and only us, to ensure such a future. One must admit, however, that as easy as it is to dream of such a “perfect world,” it is far easier to have the notion that maybe such a world is just that – an impossible dream.

A quick side note before we move on: the word “utopia,” coined by author Sir Thomas More in his book “Utopia,” literally meant “nowhere” in Latin, indicating the impossibility of such a perfect world.

Dream or reality, let’s just examine this perfect world for a moment. Such a world would have characteristics such as a prosperous global economy, the nonexistence of poverty, and of course, absolute peace and happiness. Moreover, such a world will be ruled by one single principle or school of thought, whether it is capitalism, socialism or any other –isms that represent the many schools of thought. And here lies the problem. When thinking of a perfect world, it is astonishing how many of us are willing to sacrifice free will and creativity to make people abide by our rules and perceptions of right and wrong. The issue then becomes that the very thing that makes us humans, the aforementioned free will and creativity, are thrown out of the window for the pursuit of a perfect world.

So is the notion of a perfect world a lost cause? If we should not get rid of what makes us special, and yet that “special” difference in opinions is what wages wars and tears this world apart, then how can we possibly stop it?

The last sentence of my previous paragraph sums up the problem in 34 words, not because it’s a genius piece of writing (which it isn’t), but because it is horribly flawed. Differences in opinions don’t wage wars, seeing them as a problem and trying to extinguish them is what makes a mess. The fact that we see diversity and free will as a problem is the worst part of this predicament. What people refuse to realise is that differences in opinion don’t cause wars; if anything, they strengthen relationships, forging them through the toughest of fires. The problem arises when we let that fire get the best of us, when we choose hatred over love, and prejudice over acceptance. Like all things that are truly great, this fire has the potential to take us to new heights, or to burn down our entire forest.

What we choose to do with it is upto us. Let’s face it: the perfect world that a lot of us have envisioned will never exist. Because this is a world where this fire will die out. Because a world where humanity isn’t the colourful and diverse melting pot it was meant to be, but just a robotic society with perfect economy, is not a world worth living in. Sure, we’re messy beyond measure, but that’s what makes us…us.

And so, in conclusion, my idea of a perfect world is relatively simple. Don’t let the fire in our souls die away just to give way to perfect coldness. Sure, the world is broken and the fire’s started to burn down the forest, but there is still time to stop it. Not by extinguishing it, but by accepting it. We will not choose hatred over love anymore, but instead choose acceptance and compassion over prejudice. We will emerge victorious, stronger than ever, from this broken world not with weapons, but with love. We shall brag about our differences with pride rather than letting them divide us. We’ll pick up the broken pieces left by the mistakes of our past, and shall emblazon them with threads of gold and silver, for we indeed are “stronger at the broken places.” Most importantly, we, with all our similarities and differences and perfect imperfections, will create a world where all the messiness and indiscipline that is so deeply rooted into our veins are accepted and not frowned upon. A world that is, in all the ways that matter, perfect.

23/03/2017

This writing has been written for the Battle of Inks 1.0 organized by Today’s Tales.

Title: My Idea of a Better World
Name: Tasnim Tabassum Gemini
Registration Number: BOITTJ1770

Dreams are dreams. Not unless you can prove, that dreams do come true. So many things occur around you while you are busy thinking of your favourite song, your favourite TV show, or maybe even about your favourite food. But is thinking enough to do it? To make them happen, you gotta get up and then do it. To listen up a song you should at least put on your earphones so that others can be busy with their own businesses. To watch a show, you have to get up, turn on the TV and put up the channel to watch it. And food? Well that's easy to guess. Go to your Mom. Or maybe just make it yourself.

I've been involved in many volunteer works. I hate to be a volunteer, honestly speaking. Being a volunteer made me feel the best of myself and some of the times, the worst. You get to know your faults and the best things you can do, probably at the same time during an event.

Walking on the roads of the place where I live in makes me dream a lot. I dream of how I can make myself better and the world I live in, into a much more better place. I've observed and watched people, how they work and how they try to avoid situations they don't want to be a part of. I've seen them in their daily routines, running to catch a bus, walking to work, walking with a broom and sweeping the dust out of the roads and piling up the dirt on a side. People see them work hard and realize their mistakes, still tend to do their same old mistakes again and again. For a day, I even took a chance to be a part of someone else's daily life.

On the month of December, I took part in an event which was a project to clean the roads of our town. Frankly speaking, before that day, even I myself used to throw dirt all around the roads through my car window or maybe from the balcony of my house. On that day, I thought of nothing else just focused on how to keep the roads clean at the best. It was tough. Really tough but I didn't stop. I picked up candy wrappers, chips packets, polythene bags, banana peels, dead leaves, mostly ci******es, and etcetera. Because there were like so many junks just in front of us. Just beneath our shoes. Not that many but yeah, mostly ci******es as I said earlier. We were provided with four large poly bags and one of them were filled with only ci******es. We even shouted out to people around us smoking, not to smoke and even if they smoked, to throw away the leftover butt in the bin.

From that day, we learned a lot. After the event ended, I was happy that I could set an example to make our world better by keeping our roads and surroundings clean. From that very day, I love to be a volunteer. A volunteer who can work hard to make our living better. I dream to make our world a better place. I try to pick up any junk thrown on the road which I travel on, while going to school or coaching, in front of the same people who throws it so that they learn to use the dustbin provided to throw away stuff.

I'm proud that I can prove to people that you can make it happen. Anything you want. Glad I could set an example to give an idea of making the world a better place.