My two darlings -The real story

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My two darlings

The real story

The dearest cow

After being sold at the market, Arthi was hugging the pet cow and crying. A newspaper printed the image on 31 July 2020, on the front page of seeing that, many rich want to assist the poor farmer. HSBC Bank CEO. Mahbubur Rahman contacted the journalist. Together with his support, her father bought a replacement cow on 3 August. Arthi wrote down all the memories of the good Nawab and the way it feels to possess a replacement one. 

Arthi hugged her beloved Nawab within the market and cried.

Now, of course, a smile appeared on his face. Arthi got a cow through the newspaper and happily named it Chhota Nawab.

 Arthi writes:

 A year ago, my father brought a red tuk-tuk cow from Ghoradhap Hat. I ran to ascertain the love of it. 

Dad tied him to a tree. I approached him and touched his head and ears. He then lowered his head and did not oppose me. I hugged her neck and caressed her. He was sweating within the heat. So I washed his four legs with Savlon-water, tied him within the room, and turned on the fan. Receiving the fan air, he left his arms and legs and lay down comfortably sort of a Nawab. Seeing that, I named him Nawab. My preoccupation with the Nawab began. The subsequent morning my father took him out of the house to require a shower. I rubbed her body with shampoo, and my father poured water on her, and I wish to bathe him a day during this way, and I might wipe her body with a towel after bathing. Then he would put his head in my face. I understood, he caressed me; He is going to be my friend. He has been my friend forever.  Then I might prepare food with my mother and provide it to her. He didn't eat if I even have been ahead. When he finished eating, I might eat myself and attend school. I might kiss him while leaving. Even once I visited the school, I always remembered the Nawab. 

Once I was on holiday, I might click and substitute in front of him without leaving my book. He would call me together with his head, and that I would attend him and kiss him. I might comb his body with a comb. The Nawab would then comfortably lean his head on me and shut his eyes. In this way, my friendship with the Nawab was getting stronger. I wont to sit ahead of his house reading books. He inspects me and that I did not oppose him.

 My mother scolds me for this. If the Nawab had a fever or a chilly, I might put oil on his horns and wipe his nose and mouth. I wont to pray for his recovery. 

Thus a year passed. My friend Nawab grew up. The picture of Arthi crying while hugging her favorite cow while selling within the market was printed on the lead page of a newspaper. 

The time of Eid-ul-Azha came forward. I went with my father to bury the poles to require the Nawab to the market. Seeing the poles made me cry. Disappointed, I went home.

 Once I came to our home, I saw tears within the eyes of the Nawab. He realized he had to go away to his friend. I used to be for a lot of trouble. I wiped her eyes tears of crying. The entire night before the sale, I used to be lying ahead of the door of the Nawab's house. Subsequent day at noon, father took him to the market. I cried all day without eating.

Finally, I visited the walk behind my grandfather to ascertain the Nawab. 

I visited the market, hugged my friend, and cried tons. An uncle took that picture I acknowledged later. After selling him, my father brought home again for seven days to prevent my crying. She came to select him up within the morning before Eid. I can not express in words what was happening in my chest. I said goodbye to my friend Nawab with great difficulty.

I was sitting reception upset at that point uncle brought the magazine of that day. I see that the image of the Nawab taken by that uncle and me that has been printed.

 Everyone features a lot of fun. I used to be watching the Nawab within the newspaper. I used to be still for a lot of trouble.

 My father told me to shop for a replacement Nawab. 

The subsequent day is Eid. Meanwhile, people everywhere in the country have come to understand about Nawab and my friendship. Everyone knows I'm upset. Except for an extended time, my mind wasn't anymore.

Dear Cow

Seeing that I used to be upset for the Nawab, the uncles of Prothom Alo gave me a gorgeous little Nawab. I'm happy to possess a small Nawab. I will be able to raise the small Nawab with equivalent care and care because of the great Nawab. I hope the younger Nawab also will be a good friend.