"One Picture And One Story Week #83".-A memorable Instrument of my life

Hello Steemit friends,

How are you all? I hope you are all well by the grace of Allah. I am also fine by the grace of Allah.Today, I will participate in the new contest from Steem For Pakistan brought by the honorable Admin @suboohi ma'am. The name of the Contest is "One Picture And One Story Week #83". Thank you Steem For Pakistan for bringing this beautiful contest to us.

The picture I am presenting today in One Picture One Story is of a musical instrument called Ektara. Our Bengali New Year 1432 was held on April 14. I went to the traditional Ramna Batmul in Dhaka to celebrate the New Year. Thousands of people came to welcome the New Year wearing special clothes for Baishakh. A fair was organized on all sides of the venue. There was a huge collection of various toys for children. I kept looking around. I stopped in front of a shop and saw a musical instrument.
The name of the instrument is Ektara. Ektara took me back to my childhood in one leap. I was born in the peaceful environment of the village. Every year during Baishakh, a Baisakhi fair was held in our village. At that time, modern toys were not sold like they are today. Most of the shops at the fair sold toys made of clay. Claybanks, clay pots, clay bridegroom's dresses for girls, and many other toys. Various musical instruments were also sold, such as dhol, ektara, violin, etc.
My joy knew no bounds on the first day of Baishakh. I waited eagerly for this day. In the morning, after eating panta rice with hilsa fish, I would leave for the fair holding my father's hand. Before going to the fair, my father would make a condition that I could not buy anything from the fair. I would accept all of my father's conditions. Although I would forget all the conditions and make various demands when I went to the fair. My father would also buy toys according to his means.
Once I went to the fair with my father's hand, saw this one-eyed star in a shop, and liked it. I begged my father to buy it for me. But my father refused to buy it. I insisted I would buy it. My father tried to convince me. But I remained steadfast in my resolve.
I can still remember that day, my father got angry and beat me with a stick in the fair because of my insistence. My father usually doesn't get angry with anyone on the first day of the year. He treats everyone well. But I was very angry that day. Why my father didn't buy me the one-eyed star that day, I don't know, maybe from his point of view it seemed unnecessary, or he didn't have the money to buy this one-eyed star. Because anyway, I couldn't buy it. I returned home from the fair crying.
When I went to the fair today and saw such a one-eyed star, tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, my eyes became blurry. I remembered my father. Today, my father is not with me. I did not understand my father's love, or my father's ability that day. Today, I understand why a father cannot fulfill the needs of his child in a situation. He shows his own helplessness in not being able to fulfill the needs of his son in a way that is not acceptable.
Today, I can understand my father. I understand that if he had the ability, he would have definitely bought me the one-eyed star that day. I apologize to my deceased father with folded hands for my mistake that day.
I came to the fair today, leaving my son at home. Today, I bought the one-eyed star for my son. My son can play with this one-eyed star. It will also remind me of the memories of my father with me. The one-eyed star is very valuable to me. I have presented that valuable asset of mine to you through today's content.

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Thank you all of you for reading my post. I hope you will like my post. I am leaving today.

Allah Hafez.