A story from Drishtipat.org, by one Saif Ahmed.

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Too many people told me that my money's gone for good. If it's gone, it's gone, it won't make me much poorer. I paid the taxi owner his money. Now I can put my blinders back on and live my comfy life. Tea has arrived. On a clean tray in nice bone china with hot milk and sugar with nice cookies served by someone of whom I know very little besides her name and that of her immediate family. I'm listening to music on my ipod (price Tk 29,000) and typing this on my computer (price Tk 60,000). It's a good life.

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