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I and Aali were of same age and my home was beside his one. I was like average child of our neighboring area - simple, timid, gentle, and obedient to elders. But Mr. Aali was different from average kids like us and had reversed quality than us. He was special, brave and never cared about junior / senior. He was adamant & did what he liked. Aali was our regular partner of childhood games like Latto (লাটিম), Gulli & Danga (ডাংগুলি), Ekka Dokka / Hopscotch (এক্কা-দোক্কা), Goli (Marbles) (মার্বেল), Daria Banda (দাড়িয়া বান্দা), Kite flying, Fishing, Swimming and many other local games.
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Aali was expert in every games mentioned above and those I have forgotten to mention. He was expert in making kites of various types, catching nestling (baby birds) & rearing them. He was daring, crazy & strong to keep us threatened for being beaten by him extremely. Almost every day, some of us got injured by him. Let’s have two instances for what we got injured by him-
i. Once, one of our friends named Khurshid saw a ripen Sharon Fruit (গাব) on the top most branch of a high tree and Khurshid started to climb the tree for getting the fruit. Meanwhile Aali noticed the same and started to climb the tree as fast as squirrel do to get the fruit before Khurshid can reach there. But Khurshid was almost near to the fruit. As Ali lost his chance to have the fruit before Khurshid, he started to jerk the thin branch of Sharon Tree and Khursid fallen to ground!
ii. Once we were swimming in our local river named Aariyal Kha. There, Aali challenged us that nobody would be able to cross the river through swimming except Aali and started mocking us badly. That time Aariyal Kha was a river of full brim and heavy tide. We took the challenge and started to swim to cross the river. After reaching at mid of river, I got extremely exhausted and my limbs got frizzed enough to get sink. I cried for help but nobody came forward (actually it was not possible to help other on mid of river as everybody was tired too). So, I was drowning and lost hope of life. Aali noticed the matter and came back to me as he already had gone ahead of everybody. He took me on his back and told me to hold his neck lightly (we used to understand his own language). I did the same and Aali got me near the bank of river got burst in anger. He got removed from me and held my neck tightly. Without letting me to know anything, he severely started to make hue & cry in his own language and dip me under water without minimum interval making me to suffocate and drink water of river. He was not good boy, so I had to pay for his effort in river and my incapability.
Our time was going well. We were scared at Aali but were proud too. If he was with us, nobody used to disturb us. There was no alternative of Aali to get ripened mangoes from highest branch of tree, catching birds from jungle and many other dangerous jobs for kids like us. We went to school together and did ultimate naughty on the way to school and home.
But day by day, Aali started to lose interest to school. He was a special child but our school had no special treatment for him, rather teachers use to scold or beat him regularly for his naughty behavior. He was very much interested to read and write. We taught him to write down name of him along with all of our friends. He learned very fast without knowing the alphabets! He also learned about basic mathematics like addition, subtraction etc. Due to limitation of our education system, Aali left his school at class five making us all alone in street and school playground. And then Ali entered to his struggle of life which will be covered in the next and last episode of this story.
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