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I'm a tenant in a six storied building and living in 2nd floor. I'm living here around a year. From the very beginning, I found a man with long white beard, odd looking dressed always here and there around this building. Most of the time his very strange hat snitched my attention to him. One day I found him stairing our building, I came to learn that he is also living in this building.

2.
After my office, If I come earlier at my home, I usually go outside for a walk and sometimes stair to our roof for exercise and I always try to knock the period of twilight(to see the ever broadness and the beauty of the sky). Today I came early and went to the roof. Walking space of the roof is very narrow because of a beautiful garden. The other side there have a attic, I usually not go to there as I found that there have a sign of living. Like other day, today, I also looking at the sky and thinking! Suddenly, I heard a stranger voice behind me. I found, that man with white beard and strange hat standing forth to me. He started to talk to me and asking about me. [I was not willing at all to talk to him.] After few sentences in Bangla he started to talk to me in English. I was totally astonished as I didn't expect such clear, confident and cogent word come out from a mouth suppressed by very long beard with a awkward hat! WAW.. He robbed my confidence and started to speak. He started to tell about him after a while. I was just busy to match his word with his situation. He said that, he is a retired major of Bangladesh Army. His son, the only son is living in USA and doing job at NASA. And his son is one of the luckiest Bangladeshi who is doing job in a prestigious position at NASA. He also told me that his wife is living in CANADA and he is living here. I subconsciously tried to match his statement with this small colorless ATTIC where he is living. I notice, I couldn't match his residence nor even his way of dressing with his saying except his confident voice with a language that is not his native tongue! He informed me that, he is living here alone and doing everything by himself as he is self-reliant. I was thrilled and also his affairs severely provoked my thought that I cant talk to him longer but ran away from him.

3.
I don't know what's truly happened to him as it should be normal for him to live with his family, with his wife, his son now in this final stage of life. Where he suppose to those days but where he is now! Perhaps his thinking and nature of liberty is as like as the confidence of his voice.

I remember my father whom I left few months back. I remember he didn't want to come to us in Dhaka, as his voice- Dhaka is no longer a congenial place for living. He demanded for living in his own residence and feeling comfort in his domain at Faridpur. But we forced him and bring him to us. We pressured him with our distorted logic & swearing the issue of the need of my mom. He was a man of freedom, self-regulated and self-reliant ever I've meet . We didn't look at his point and didn't recognize his urge at this age and truly didn't try to recognize at all. We lost.


[ N.B. Today, one of my students came to me at my chamber with fear and anxiety as he is facing some trouble to manage his father. According to his voice, situation becoming worsen as a threat on his study to carry on at university. I listened him and found that he is in a conflict with his father. I tried to understood him the truth to mitigate the situation. I don’t know whether I could able to understood him, could help him as I could not enforce my advice to my own affairs. I hope Mah'di will defeat the as usual, the contemporary go of living. BE BLESSED BOY]