Today I am telling a tale from my childhood. I was around 4 or 5, my Grandma wished for a luxurious wooden bed. My Uncle contacted Mahindar Kaka, one of the renowned carpenter of our area. He was a hardworking and happy go lucky kind of person. I was happy to meet him as he has the box full of stories in his collection and everyday he used to tell me different types of stories. I was astonished by his words. He used to give me my favorite fish shaped toffee everyday. Gradually he turned out to one of my favourite person in the world. Days passed, I am an adult person now and not in touch with him. But whenever there is any fighting between two religion, I miss Mahindar Kaka and our innocent friendship. He was a Muslim, but he treated me like his own child and being born in a Hindu family I never felt that we have any difference between us. "বাংলার ঘরে ঘরে মহিন্দর কাকা আসুক ফিরে"
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