The real story of mother

Today, from Rajshahi to Dhaka, Rajshahi is going to return home, an elderly woman is clutching her face from the window of the bus and saying, 'Babu is sending me some letters,' Babu has taken me, father, and me. I sit in his seat on the bus, so he has killed me. I am trying to calm down the old woman and I tried to pacify her, after the murder, the woman said to me, 'Will my father drink water?' I said mother Amita is fasting mother I have brought the water to the stomach, I am giving water to the old man. I asked him, "Who is Babu?" I heard the words that he said. Babu and someone else, son of Noya. The doctor has escaped from the bus by the name of the doctor. The boy does not let him lie outside on the pillow. One morning in the morning a biscuit bread was a bread on the night. The house of Bhata was named after him 5 days a day.