Autobiography of a peddler.

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I am a peddler. Call and peddler. The house holding land was all mine one day. But today everything has been swallowed by the devastating Padma river. After the house sank in the Padma I came to Dhaka city due to stomach ache and became a feriola. Alleys of Dhaka city Slum residential areas will see me on paved road pavements. I have become Azmat Ali, an essential peddler of Dhaka city. At first I used to sell curry. Kawran Bazaar last night I used to go to the wholesale vegetable market and buy two khachis of different positions. I used to walk on my shoulders with khachi on both sides. Hearing my call, the housewives would come running Two hundred and fifty grams of ginger, 1 kg of vegetables or a handful of jute vegetables or two rupees worth of green pepper. From 1 Para to another neighborhood 1 from slum to other Slum sales were not bad but profits were low. The lining of the goods did not read properly all day. Moreover, the raw material could be more disturbed. So I gave up after trading vegetables for two years. Monir's father in our slum said the cloth business Bedsheet Pillow Cover Blouse Clothes Orna Selwar Shirt Pieces etc. A huge tree with various fabrics cries Julia eating bamboo in her hand There are clothes. Hearing my call, my wife is a teenager. They would move their hands and ask questions about the quality of the printed fabric. I would answer their questions with a smile. If you are upset, do this business The sales business was not bad. But I could not bear to carry such a big burden of tears for a long time. Now I ferry all sorts of things. I live in Mirpur slum. My wife runs home from work. She has a two-year-old son. Stays with Maar. I spend the whole day looking from street to street, across the street selling my favorite things. My little capital independent business. I have to take care of people's daily necessities My business with needs. I have pots, pans, utensils, cosmetics, head oils, assorted toys, hair ribbons, nail polish, shoes, ink, toothbrushes, ashtrays, everything in the world.

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