সোনার গ্যাদা

He told me, Gyada Babu, go to the Char River. I told Gyada, come before evening without delay. Dhabli and Kaluta were busy playing cards, forgetting about Gyada. Mid-afternoon became evening. Gyada, Dhabli and Kaluta were equally affected by the thunderbolt. The river's tide swept them away. How else could I survive? There was a small hope that I might find Gyada's body. Cruel fate has made me a great debt to Gyada's mother.