[aurora]

shuvo bijoy dibosh shobai ke..

16th december,sunday

the morning began not so happily..my mother went to sriti shoudho early in the morning with her university staff..i woke up after she was gone,a friend came over to drop off a book..and i was feeling horrible at home.so dragged her to dhaka university,where some other friends were.from then on..it was simply amazing.
we drew tiny flags on ourselves[we did it..not drawn by others],and drew on anyone who asked without charge[the charukola students were not very happy],visited almost all areas of D.U.had lunch at the public library cafeteria,then attended the 'manobbondhon' against war criminals...then a 'potaka michil' leading to the 'dhikkar stombho'...flying our beautifull flag up high..wonderful wonderful feeling.
what i loved most was the manobbondhon,standing hand in hand supporting a cause that is so important for all of us..i hope the this pride that has irrupted within the country recently,doesn't die down.

then i came home,and saw in the paper that if you recharge your gp number..your sim will become 'omor'..it brought back a vivid memory.my mejo chacha died in the liberation war,his body was never recovered,and till the day my grandmother died she believed her son will come back,many years back the government issued some postal stamps with pictures of some of the martyrs on them..and my chacha was one of those martyrs.when my grandma held the tickets,her eyes filled with tears.on top of the tickets were written dedicated to the 'omor' sriti..or something like that..my grandmother said..'omor?'..that means that my son is forever alive,right?when will he come back then?'

i still can't forget her hauntingly hopefull tone.