It was an afternoon. The sun is shining bright. Two boys from a village came to fly kites. They kept their kites in the shade of trees. They were getting prepared for flying their kites.
The Earth we live on is mainly made up of two kinds of things living and non-living. People, dogs, plants, birds, etc., are living things while
stones, cycles, tables, aeroplanes, pens, etc., are non-living things.
In a single word, she was wonderful. Her body was so colorful, as if she had been a little beautiful princess of a fairy tale island. Took saw her first time. He seen her was looking confusedly. He thought that he had been dreaming. 'Is he really dreaming?' as Took had thought, he laughed at himself and called the colorful nice Fish-Girl, “Hello! Beautiful Fish-Girl, which country have you come from? Certainly, you haven't come from Bangladesh! What's your name?” The beautiful Fish-Girl couldn't understand anything about his speech. And, she became very afraid.
He appeared all on a sudden, then again got into his car and left as suddenly. No one understood the why, when or how of his comings and goings.
Thinking of uncle she murmured something to herself. It seemed that her mood grew a little blacker. Or, perhaps not. Perhaps her earlier mood grew a little more intense, that was all.
She heard a sound near the staircase door. She raised her eyes and saw an ash coloured tiny little cat looking at her with blinking eyes. She made no movement, only stared steadily at Tunu, and went on and on staring.
Well, how would you feel if someone stared at you and continued to do so without any rhyme or reason? Your mood would surely grow black. So did Tunu's. Besides, it seemed to her that the pussy cat, with its eyes fixed on her, was smiling. If it was that, surely Tunu had a right to get angry. You or she or I, for that matter anyone would have that right.
