Matter of Interest

An evening. A regular evening in this earth. A kid is wandering in his garden. A kid still new in this world. A kid with pure heart and curious mind. He suddenly sees a cricket. A bird who can light himself. A BIRD WHO CAN LIGHT HIMSELF!!! His face lit up. You can see the joy in his face. The surprise, the shock. A whole new world unfold in front him. A whole new world full of birds who can light themselves. He then run in his home to tell his mother. He shouts, "Mom, Mom, I saw a bird with lights." He continue shouting,"Mom" and continue running around home. Well no one is home. Only a house worker who is there to look after him. A house worker with no interest what the kid has discovered. The kid become sad. He come back to the garden. He is sad and the cricket doesn't seem interesting to him now.

When I was child I used to read book, a lot. Everytime I read a book , there's just so many thoughts running inside my head. মনে হত মাথার ভিতর পোকা কিলবিল করছে। ভিতরে ভিতরে কাউকে বলার ছটফট করতাম। চারপাশে তাকাতাম। কোথাও কেউ নেই। কখনো কখনো আশেপাশের কাউকে বলার চেষ্টা করতাম। তারা একই তরঙ্গে তরঙ্গায়িত হতো না। তখন আমার নিজেকে ঐ বাচ্চার মত মনে হত। বাচ্চা নতুন একটি জগত ঠিকই পেয়েছিল কিন্তু ঐ জগত নিয়ে কথা বলার জন্য কাউকে পায়নি।

Well that was the case of my childhood and adolescence. The only thing I am ever interested to is books. Books, an interest I found no one to share with.