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Story : Result of Being Flattered

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It was twenty years age when I was living in an apartment overlooking a cemetery. I was just living from hand to mouth. At that time a lady wrote a letter to me praising one of my writings just published in the newspaper a few months ago....................


Result of Being Flattered

It was twenty years age when I was living in an apartment overlooking a cemetery (সমাধিক্ষেত্র). I was just living from hand to mouth. At that time a lady wrote a letter to me praising one of my writings just published in the newspaper a few months ago. It made me so excited that I sent her a letter of thanks. Immediately after that, she wrote her second letter saying that she was passing through the city and wanted to have a talk to me. In the letter she wrote, the only free time she had was on the next Friday. She also wanted to know if I would mind giving her a letter luncheon at Hotel A B International. To speak the truth, Hotel A B International is a very expensive hotel. Only rich people go there. I never even thought of going there. But I was too young to have learnt to say ‘no’ to any women. So, I wrote to her inviting her for a luncheon at Hotel A B International. I thought that I would be able to manage well if I cut my breakfast for the next two weeks. In fact, I had only taka 4000 with me for the rest of the month. And I thought, a moderate luncheon would not cost more than 1000 taka. On the fixed day, I met her at the hotel. She was not so attractive and young as I thought her to be. Actually, she was a woman of about forty. It was the first blow to me. But I was yet to have the hardest reality. My lady guest herself wanted to choose the food items from the menu. And she began to choose the costliest items one after another. I felt seriously anxious. I was in complete doubt whether I would have enough money to pay the bill. My mental torture resisted me from taking any meal there. I just took a soft drink. At last, she finished her meal. The waiter came with the bill. It was taka 3950. After paying the bill, I have the rest 50 taka to the waiter as tips. When I left the hotel, the whole month was before me. There was not a single taka left in my pocket. I was duly rewarded for my being foolishly flattered.

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