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The Dark Night

This boy hypothesizes that human lifespan is only 12 years. Why? He says 'Long ago human used to live for 300/400 years. In course of time as human race developed the lifespan reduced and now it has become only 12 years!' Then I told him 'Human normally lives near about 60/70 years, even you already lived more than 12 years!' Then he said 'I mean soon it's going to be 12 years'. He also thinks that if anyone cut down a tree anywhere then somewhere in the world a human being also loses life. That means a human life for a life of a tree!

His name is Rubel. A 16 years old rickshaw puller who drives rickshaw mostly during late night hours in the roads of Dhaka City.

We met him at Shahbag when me and my pal Sabbir decided to have a late night rickshaw ride. After a while Rubel got the chance to chat with us as we gave him some rest cause both me and my friend fulfilled our wish tonight to ride rickshaw on the roads of Dhaka.

Rubel's family used to live in Rangpur but a dreadful river demolished their home for 2 times. Then they came to Dhaka City to change their luck. His father has died. His mother works as house-keeper. He is the eldest son of his family who never had a chance to go to school. He has 2 younger sister and brother. They are lucky enough to go school. . .

He was also saying about the rapidly decreasing height of human beings. He thinks the world is going to end soon because before people used to go to mosque after hearing Faz'r Azan. Now people get out of the house to do bad stuffs at the time of Faz'r.

I asked him whether he likes Dhaka or Rangpur. He said he likes it everywhere! He's amazing. . . Isn't he?

Later we had a photo session with him. He was very happy to see his face in my mobile screen!


  1. What a fascinating young man...trying to make sense of this big world. It is marvelous that you took his picture and let him see it. It is wonderful that you and your friend actually took time to listen to him. And what a fun idea: to take a rickshaw ride at night in Dhaka!
    Love to you.

  2. I have never met such interesting rickshaw puller before. He is cursed with ignorance, poverty and lot other cruel things. But still he loves his life... still he takes time to think about this world. It amazed me a lot...
    Thank you Aunt... Glad to see you here after a long time.
    A lot love to you.

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