|My dad and Shafeen.|
Yesterday morning, I fall in little sleep while taking some rest. As I am not feeling very well. Suddenly a phone call came from my mobile set which is gifted by my father. I received and I heard my dad is asking "Hello?", "Shimul?" (my nick name). I said yes, hello? Then I remember my father is no more! So again I asked, hello? Then no answer and I awoke up. After few minutes my youngest sister Shekha came and told me did you drop syrup or did any vomiting? I said no? why? She said she is smelling some syrup's smells beside my room. And this smell always came from my fathers room. After that I go out from my room to go to bathroom and I smell the same fragrance! Like my dad was there! We never smell such thing on that room and then it goes after half an hour.