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It was the night of the Holi (festival) of colors, and I was very happy because my parents did not restrict me. They did not forbid me to play with others in scrubland, where there is no danger that I will be caught in fire. That night when I came home before it grew dark, mother cooked my favorite dish for supper - "Kurma" with dry-fried pumpkin স্বৈরা. It was too delicious to refuse. Dad's job is assessing accounts so he often works until late at night when he comes back from work - usually after 10 o'clock in the evening. Mother is a housewife. Both of them did not bother me. My grandmother, who stays with us, was busy, too. She went to the house of her elder brother. Because he became sick and weak for some weeks, she had been cooking different dishes for him everyday - thinking that perhaps he might get recovered from eating her food. Today night again she cooked "Kurma" for him and took it there by herself on a push-cart স্বৈরা - accompanied by her ten year old grandson. After I had done with my supper I went to bed in a hurry so that I could play in the scrubland before it turns dark. Before going to bed, I had stacked up a lot of dry-fried pumpkin and milk powder. When the night reached me I went to the scrubland and picked up just one dry-fried pumpkin and milk powder separately, and it was too late. Before I knew it in the hollow of darkness, that my grandmother came there with her grandson in a push-cart স্বৈরা. Then I knew the danger. The mother in me started trembling in fear. Mother, in her concern, cried aloud loudly, "Oh! My grandson! What are you doing here? Come back with your mother. "Don't go to that place!" Mother cried out loudly in fright because she knew I was playing there alone - not knowing about the danger of death . At last she saw me there - she immediately stopped her stay at the place and came back with her grandson on foot keeping distance from me. My grandmother tried to console her, "My child! How did you come here all alone? Don't go to that place alone. Keep distance from that place. I was astonished that mother told her grandson to keep away from the place where I was playing with other children. Then grandmother added, "My child! The night is very dark and this is a dangerous place. Your uncle," a brother of theirs," was a victim here before you were born." This reprehensible incident made me furious and I felt very sad. I wanted to ask my mother why she did not tell me about the danger which this dangerous place could bring upon me. cfa1e77820
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