Hotat kore bag ta dhore keu tan dite e kheyal holo amar. eta Canada noi. Eta amar nijer desh, hote parto nijer shohor, ekhane mal bohon korar janno o lok paoa jai. Babar mukhe sunechilam, aj kuli ki jinis seta o chokhe dekha hoe gelo. Molin kapor pora, tar cheo molin tader chehara. Baba obosso sabdhan kore diechilen kulider bepare.Kono krome oder haat theke par peye, ekta taxi te chepe boslam. Hotel Washington e amar janno room thik kora hoeche. Jato din bari na pai, okhane e uthte hobe.ekhane abar keep the change er sujog nei, taxi wala nije e cheye bis taka besi nie nilo.oder sathe jhogra korar o kono mane hoi na. tai druto taxi ke bidai kore, reception theke amar room er chabi nie room e ese hap chere bachlam. Baba bolechilen, onek groom thakbe, sojjho korte parbi na. takhon amol dei ni. Kintu ekhon babar kotha kichu hole o sotto mone hochche.taratari ac chere sotan bichanar upor sorir fele dilam. Janala die vorer alo ese amar mukhe porte laglo. Ami janalar pase gie daralam… akhono bissas hochche na,Ei ki amar sopner Bangladesh??? Chitkar kore bolte ichche holo, ami ese gechi ,ma… tomar ghorer chele abar ghore fire eseche…