Except for Sufiya and Ali, all of us had our eyes riveted on the blanket. Ma unfolded the blanket a little, scratched her wrist on it, then asked Sufiya, “Is it fifty that we have to pay? I was the one who first saw Sufiya enter our place holding the blanket to her chest with one hand. The dead Ali Bihari returned to me in my thoughts, and this time without the blanket. But the blankets have kept me threatened and pulverized, for none of these could free me from the oppression of Ali Bihari’s blanket.

Source: Dhaka Tribune April 11, 2020 11:03 UTC