Today I went to a 2π radian water locked island for an voluntary audit programme. After fulfilling my today's task I was riding bike for home beside a Dakhil Madrasha (an Islamic high school equivalent). I saw some kids was were play truanting. Every kid was able to pass the wall but this little girl struggling to do that. Seeing me everybody ran away but she was stuck. And she was afraid a little bit. Then I park the bike and asked her, why were she afraid? She replied in a way that means, As I was riding bike so every kid thought that, I'm an official to visit their school.

She was trying to convince me in way that, everybody are missing the last class then why not she? Is not it legal to bunk class now for her?

Her eyes were like a afraid deer then.

I helped her to jump over the wall and then asked her name. She replied, her name is 'Rima'. Then I told her by addressing her name that, if you want to bunk the class then you must escape before teacher or security guard saw you. So you must practice a lot and one day you can able to escape like your friends. But remember, bunking class is enjoyable only when you attend class regularly and bunk rarely. Otherwise it will be boring.

This is how I made a new little friend at an inaccessible island of Jamuna river.

I know we'll never meet again. But she will remain my friend for my entire lifetime.