The lost Gafur

-Where are you of to?
-Mohakhali

-Mohakhali? It not the way to go to Mohakhali…You have to go by bus!
-I’ll go there along the way with the rail line on foot.

-But it’s a long way!
-What else to do!

-Where have you come from?
-Saidabad.

-Where is your home?
-Chhilagai.

-Where is that?
-On Fulpur thana in Mymensing.

-When have you arrived at Dhaka?
-5 days ago.

-Why have you come?
-In search of work.

-Got any?
-Yes. I worked three days at Abdullahpur.

-What kind of work?
-Worked on a field as a daily labour.

-Then what happened?
-There had no work for next several days. So I was going home.

-But how have you come here? It’s not on the way of your home?
-I took a bus for Mohakhali, but they drop me at Saydabad. Since then I was lost.

-Then?
-I took another bus and came here.

-Why?
-I thought I can go to Mohakhali along the way of the rail line from here.

-Who do you have at home?
-I have two son.

-What they do?
-They are half mad. They work on other peoples land if any work available.

-Have they got married?
-Yes. They have children too.

-Do you have your own land?
-Not any, except my home to live.

-What about your wife? Is she live?
-Yes.

(This interview was taken outside the Dhaka Railway Station. He was walking to the rail road like a mad man in the mid afternoon with a bag of cloth in his back. The writer gave him some money and took him to the bus station, and helped to get up a bus of Mohakhali and told the driver to lift him to the right station. May be he will be able to get in a bus to Mymensing from there. I believe he have to request a driver to take him free.)