It's a lonely afternoon. The sun has almost finished its duty. Thy sky of Dhaka is white. It's difficult to find beauty and joy on the streets of dhaka, especially for someone who has experienced the expansive fields of rural Bangladesh. But even in Dhaka, life, thus joy, goes on. I witnessed joy in that child's eyes, who was playing with paperboats in confined water. It is harmful for an average human, but his body adopted it. Mechanism set by Allah protects humanity at dark times and places. There is not enough suitable place for children to play in Dhaka. Despite the fact, life goes on. May be I have lost some of my words. Mey be I retained some of them. I believe in Allah. He has saved me from darker times.