Manush Amanush / মানুষ-অমানুষ

Today the busyness of life is a world-renowned rat race of its own imaginary game. I just ran hoping to fill some needs if a full one that would be nice to have. Running to the top of the mountain of demand. This race feels like a relay the baton from my mother to my child. There is no room for retreat. And those people who fall behind in that race are never found or possessed of scorn.I have a story about a girl who is said to fall back on her goal. He who has to pay the price of social neglect ostracism is judged on a par with his own grandfather. Being recognized as the forgotten girl her parents polling place last Saturday.