Duti is a Daughter of Rickshaw Puller

I forgot the exact date or day but remember in the morning of that particular day I came out of my house and stood by the roadside to catch a rickshaw. Rickshaw is a kind of vehicle of three wheels, pulled by a human being, available almost all cities even in countryside of Bangladesh. My home town Bogra is one of these cities, a District town. Rickshaw is cheap and comfortable for short distant travel. Most of the people who are in need of going to nearby places choose this vehicle. Rickshaw is always available in this road. But on that day especially at that very moment rickshaw was not available, even I could not see any rickshaw as far as my eyes could go. I was waiting and waited 30 minutes long. That was disgusting and annoying. Being annoyed at a certain point of time I was thinking for an alternative. But before coming to a final decision a rickshaw appeared at a little distance going on a different way. I called him and got on it. Rickshaw puller was pulling his rickshaw towards New Market. Actually my destination was some shops or showrooms of smart mobile phones located there. In a Showroom: It was a large showroom. A good number of phones of different models and designs were displayed. I saw a considerable number of customers were busy with making their choice. I too was looking and checking phones to select one after my choice. At the time I was about to select a phone I noticed a middle aged man looked a sales girl closely and then started talking. The sales girl was really cute, sweet and young. Probably she was the younger one of all other sales girls there. The man started talking to her saying, “Hey girl, I think I may know you..? “I’ve been here for last six month. You might have come here previously”. The girl replied. “No, I came for the first time”. The man assured her and continued saying, “Still I think I may know you. What’s your name and where are you from?” “Duti Ghose, from Palpara, Sobujbag” “That’s what I say I think I may know you, I am from there too. Who’s your father?” “Bikash Ghose”. “I know him. What’s he doing now?” “He pulls rickshaw here” “Oh I see! But why are you here? You supposed to be in university.” “I’m studying Honours in English, 3rd year. This is part time job. I’m doing this job to earn some money that I can continue my study and bring laughter over my parents’ face. I want to see the smiling”. The man listened to her attentively and finally said nodding his head, ‘Yes, I believe, you can”. On the way back home: I bought Symphony Studio 50. It’s a low range smart phone. But I was glad and gladly I was coming back. Probably I forgot everything except new phone. But in midway I remembered talking between that sales girl and man. Words exchanged between them started coming in my mind. I agreed with that man specially to his last word, ‘You can”. Yes, Duti can do, can do more than that. Not only Duti but all , all the girls like her can do more than that we ever imagine. They can be prime minister, speaker of parliament, writer, artist, thinker, researcher, pilot, police officer, judge, barrister, doctor, engineer, teacher, architect etc. This is not something out of imagination but true and practical.