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
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
'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