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O dear grandson, come here, have a look,
This is your grand mother's grave yard under the pomegranate tree.
I had buried her body here thirty years ago shedding my tears.
When I brought her at my home she was so small and her face was similar to golden in colour.
If the marriage of dolls were broken she used to cry to flood her tiny chest.
I was used to roam the whole house and wondered to think who scattered the whole house with golds.
I always used to go to my farmland carrying the hand made tractor and used to look her from my back.
That's why I had been rebuked by my Grand sister in law for hundred times.
Thus I had engaged my life with her wonderful smiles and sorrows.
When she used to visit her parents house, she several times did request me to go there to meet her.
After selling Water Mellons at the local market, I did never forget to buy necklace for her saving some coins.
After buying some tobacco and tooth brushe for one and half Bangladeshi coins, I used to visit my laws house at dusk.
Don't laugh, Don't laugh dear grandson,
I can't explain how happy your grandmother used to be after getting those tooth brush.
If you could see that you must be impressed.
She used to talk shaking her nose ring, " Why you did you come after so many days."
I was wondering and shedding my tears when you would come to visit me?
She could't stay for a single moment,
Now, how she is sleeping in that grave yard in a complete silence without me?
O dear grandson, raise your two hands and pray to God that He grants paradise for her.
Then I used to survive grabing my near and dear ones, but they all left me alone.
I had been counting how many people I had buried in the grave yard, though I was wrong calculating again and again.
I love this soil too much. 
Let's weep together lying our chests on the soil, may be we can get some mental happiness.
Just here your parents are sleeping.
Are you crying? What can I do! I can't control my feelings.
The last spring your father came to me and said he was not feeling well.
After putting mattress on the floor I told him, "Sleep here and take rest."
I didn't know it would be his last sleeping. 
While we were taking his body to the grave yard, you did cry and asked, " Where we were taking your father?
I had no words to give your questions answer.
I was speechless.
Your mother used to weep hugging your father's hand made tools with her two hands into the deep ocean of her tears. 
The leaves of trees used to fall onto the meadow forest.
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