The reality of present Dhaka .. !!
I am returning home after tying pictures from New Market. On the way a dry tall Farsamatan boy got on the bus. School bag on his back. Wear Punjabi and full pants. After a while I saw some good quality toothbrushes out of the bag. The bus began to sell. It seems that he is not a traditional hawker. He got a seat not far from me and sat down. I have never seen such a gentleman type hawker in Dhaka city. Given the opportunity, I asked if he was studying. The boy said, pulling the G class.
- So you're ferrying that?
- Actually, my father is a school teacher. Private school. Tuition is also closed, salary is also closed. Abbu can't afford the income from house rent and food expenses. Teachers are ashamed to do anything else. So I got on the road.
- Is this your schoolbag?
- Yes.
- How much is daily?
- It is about 600 rupees.
In the meantime, when another stop came, the boy went down. I stared with paternalistic eyes as far as could be seen.