GEC. General Electric Company engulfs the whole centre of Chittagong city. People around the tiny city rush in early in the cock o doodle doo and spreads like seeds burst out of a pod of opium. Ever busy lazy GEC holds the glory of being busy in its magestic way. GEC is the busy place for the busy people, not the idle ones. You have to pretend like so busy even if you are in halt waiting for your so insisted lovely girl who you are going to propose after heading to a cold restaurant of GEC. She would come and your busy waiting finishes. Let's do the love business now. A lot to express today. A lot of serum in heart, warm, soaked of love. Or if she does not come you smoke, a hundred and shrug. Let's another day and leave the place for busy swains.
People grunting impatiently. Cursing City Corporation. Perspiration ceaselessly gravitied. Busy parents occupy the early morning pavements. Keep an eye on the wristwatch if the schoolbus would not be late, if it would they were cursed. Boys in a large bacgpack of books and copies seemed rather adventurous while the girls yawn, at large scale. Boys seemed ever curious- the sky, the approching vehicles, the steet boys. The street boys- mystetiously free and pale. They are very happy when school buses arrive late. They like the school goers, not the school.
Samsul was late to work today. He gathered perspiration on her forehead, upper lip and nether region. He thought, 'Better run to catch up the school bus.' The buses, all must have arrived by now. He ran.
The last bus was leaving. Samsul didn't feel any hurry anymore. He knew the bus won't stop for him and he misses the pretty faces of the well care of school goers. No problem, it was his mistake, he was late.
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La Boulevard
General FictionHow the hunger of being alive makes a pauper head high in the unending road of life...
