STAR DIARY

The Confession of an Elder Son

My mother's behaviour towards me has been changing evidently ever since I planned to go to London. I have noticed that she started taking extra care of me since the day of visa confirmation. I find her desolate face with full of depression as she ponders on her son leaving her and being in a new culture. I can understand her wailing heart crying a lot when it becomes hard for her to endure the pain of my going far from her. Being the elder son of the family I have been pampered profoundly and never been scolded or reproached of anything.   She is used to being such a protective and servile mother that she fears of not being that anymore after my departure. Even though my younger brother sometimes feels upset for her extra attention towards me, he never complains. As my flight is around the corner, my mother keeps on wondering as to how she would live without seeing me. Sensing all her latent tension for me, when I try to cheer her up, she cannot hold back her tears.

Samiul Raijul
NSU, Dhaka

Distraction of Beauty

Last week I visited the Rajbari in Natore. I was very excited as I have read a lot about it. When I reached there I was amazed by its beauty. As I walked inside on one hand I was truly amazed by the grandeur of the Rajbari on the other hand I was disgusted by the piles of garbage it had. People litter pretty much everything and everywhere. Starting from torn shoes to plastic bags you will find everything. As I walked inside I found the walls of those buildings are streaked with dried red spit and scribbles all over the place. What a shame that people in our country have no respect for our heritage. One day I hope we can shame our citizens out of spitting and littering at any historical monument. I returned home with rubbish and graffiti in my head.  

Farhana Tabassum
Dhanmodi, Dhaka