I always had, and still have, a weakness for colour, pictures and graphics. The first thing I used to do after getting new books, is to go page by page of all my books and look at all the new pictures and photos. Getting new books, after waiting for one full torturous year, used to be the most exciting thing for me, mainly because of new graphics and pictures. School textbooks are produced with some of the lowest quality papers, with boring black-n-white graphics. In my school days, and even today, unless you go to any high-class private school (not available in villages), students used to get one book per subject for the whole year. Other than Banglapedia, which had some really useful information, there was only one other website from Pabna. So I did some browsing, sadly I didn't find much information about him. When I finally managed to recall the writer's name, I was wondering why I don't hear/read much about this writer. The poem is 'Amader Gram' (Our Village) by Bande Ali Mia. Like all Bengalis, I memorised most of the things I read when I was tiny. That poem was one of five or six of my favourites. So I recited it few more times and finally the writer's name came as well. When I managed to recall the whole poem, I realised that I couldn't remember who the writer was. So I recited those lines about seven/eight times, and then slowly the rest of the poem came to me.
But the problem was, I could only remember one or two lines from here and there.
There was no particular reason, I just felt like reciting it. One day last June (I think) I suddenly developed an urge to recite a poem which I learnt years ago.
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