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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