The thrill of joy

On September 30, I was returning from office by taxi. Stuck in traffic in Tejgaon road, a little boy aged eight or nine - thin, bare-footed and wearing torn clothes, urged me to buy some flowers from him.

On September 30, I was returning from office by taxi. Stuck in traffic in Tejgaon road, a little boy aged eight or nine - thin, bare-footed and wearing torn clothes, urged me to buy some flowers from him. He explained that he hadn't eaten anything since the previous night, and he had sold enough flowers to barely fill his stomach on that day. I was fumbling into my wallet to pay him when, to my surprise, he started shouting along with everyone else on the streets. “Bangladesh jitche! Dehai diche Bangladesh ki chiz! Shabbash!”

Maybe the boy cannot understand cricket as well as we do, but he forgot his hunger and started celebrating for his country. The boy has taught me what true happiness is. 

Md. Mohin Uddin Mizan 
University of Chittagong