In the December and January we have school holidays. Today Mum and I are going shopping together, so we take a bicycle rickshaw. 

There must be millions of rickshaws in Bangladesh,and sometimes they all seem to be heading for the same place as we get stuck in a traffic jam , with everybody shouting and fiercely ringing their bells.

Bicycle rickshaws are all ways wonderfully decorated.They are covered with paintings off mousques,flowers, animals, famous film stars or politicians. 

First we go to a kaporer dokan to buy some materials. Inside the shop, the shelves are piled high with coloured cloth. There's one pattern I'd like to have a closer look at.

'That lovely purple one, please, with the little red flowers.'The shopkeeper gets it down for me. I wonder whether Mum will let me have it for my new dress. 

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