Saroar Imran

Tragedy

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Saroar Imran

Tragedy

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It was a cold winter night. Ankita woke up to the shrill of her baby. Her little angel is barely five months old. As soon as she took her on the lap the baby stopped crying. Ankita cuddled and took the baby closer to the warmth of her blossom. 


After five minutes of caressing and singing a lullaby, she could send the baby again to deep slumber. What an angel she was, thought Ankita. Her newborn was just like a full moon. Her face was so adorable that Ankita keeps staring at her for hours together. She kissed her lips silently and hugged her dearly. She wrapped her with a warm funnel cloth and kept her on the bed. This time she laid down by the side of her kid and closed her eyes.  


Minutes after she had hardly gone to drowsiness, Ankita heard her baby screaming again. She switched on the light and carefully tried to reveal as to what happened. This time her baby peed and was crying on top of her voice, most probably out of cold and chill. "Oh my poor darling, what have you done?" muttered Ankita in a hushed voice. She then took off the funnel cloth and the diaper from the infant poured some mustard oil on the tiny chest of her toddler and rubbed it well. She changed the diaper and swaddled the baby with another warm funnel. As the little angel felt the warmth of swaddle, she started giggling. "You are a delight to my heart" whispered Ankita in absolute joy. 


It was about to break down "The baby must be hungry", thought the young mother. She took the plastic feeder and washed it with lukewarm water. Then she mixed baby cereal with hot water and poured the mix into the feeder. Before putting it to her child's mouth she dripped a few drops on the opposite side of her palm, just to make sure it was ok. As she started feeding her toddler, the baby went to sleep again.


It was 9 in the morning. Ankita's shallow wink broke at the mobile call. " Hello, is this Ankita?" asked the caller. " Yes, speaking" replied she in a drowsy voice. " How much do you charge for an hour ?" asked the stranger. " You have to pay me 10000 taka upfront and no bargain" replied a resolute Ankita. " Ok, no problem, I am sending you the money and I shall not be too late, get prepared," said the man hurriedly in a horny tone.


By the way, Ankita was her trade name!


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