When we were living in South Komolapur, Bangladesh, my life was like a tomboy. Both my parents use to go out to work. I was free to hope around our neighbourhood. I don't remember when I use to eat or what. But I do remember many times I had faced stomach pain. At that time my dad uses to put a steel-made bowl on my stomach with cold water. The cold helped to reduce my pain and I think mostly my good immune system somehow rescued me. But I like that water treatment.
At home, all older seems like that too. I saw them laughing when I was lying on the bed with the bowl of water. I guess, they were happy to see me stuck in one place.
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