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As soon as the bright light caught the driver's eyes, the screeching sound of the wheels was heard and the CNG-powered auto-rickshaw came to a halt with hard braking. But sitting in the back seat, I was so enthralled and mesmerized by the previous conversation that I didn't notice it at first. And understanding the immediate danger was a far-fetched thing.

 

 The feeling of riding a three-wheeler autorickshaw late at night in Dhaka city is somewhat surreal. This oddly shaped little vehicle is suffocated by traffic jams and merciless jostling throughout the day. But at night he flies with imaginary wings like a mythical bird king. The grunting mechanical sound of weak engines could be heard piercing the stillness of the night. It seems that the asthmatic is breathing slowly.

 

You know, I always wanted to score goals like this but my forehead is like the last defender in my life', Sardar said with a heavy drag on his cigarette. In his eyes, I could see the golden picture of the distant past. A happy memory of a brave boy who wanted from Messi. The light of the lamppost fell on the pooled water in the corners of the eyes of the stern-faced man with a scar on his cheeks.

 

 Sardar went on to tell how there was a fight in his area over a football match. In that fight, his brother was brutally killed and sent to the hospital. The next day the fuming teenager stabbed one of the beaters. After that he had no choice but to run away from the village.

 

 In the meantime, one of the masters broke out, "The plantik in the number one goal didn't happen. The referee has given a fake call. He was not at all afraid of sitting among a group of robbers. Rather, it seemed like I was drinking tea in a chat with friends. As a result, I said loudly, "Hey, no!" According to the rules, that is a 100% penalty. It's to the striker's credit that he took the penalty.'

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