av Mollah Morshed
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Immigrant Story. The Book Angecorex Points (Part One) is about our life that surrounds us everyday, which includes birds, trees, water, river, lakes and also social issues and social bonding, adventure. It's a black and white silver screen art reading for a broader audience. Most of the events are the creation of the author, no part of living example or does not exist. It's a creation of author's unique mind. Angecorex Points (Part One). Artist Jenifer, who has an ever exploring mind discovers that the fellow living upstairs is struggling immigrant Simon. As their conversation grows old, they find each other falling in love.....It's a love story between an artist and a struggling adventure lover immigrant and things in between. PAGE 12 - Ten feet north of the stairs last step, Oak tree had her rootslaid out asking me to stop here for asecond. Look at mybranches, look at my leaves, pausehere for few seconds, may be few seconds more; take someof my barks withyou. Get a small table basket andhave them there for few, it might make you drowsy, thatdistinct smell."Simon", Jennifer calling me..."do youknow how old is thatOak tree...?""I don't know Jennifer...""It's about three hundred years old orso...""How do you know" I said."Look at the trunk and the roots"She paused for a second and said, "there some sort ofMathematical theory behind this, Idon't remember theWhole thing, it goes with the circletheory...but, anyway, it'smore than three hundred years old."I can see which way it's going. I amthinking Candle andWine, had Barbara Streisand andOrchestra in the background.Jennifer broke the ice again, "there isa soup kitchennearby, would you like to tag along, and it's just a shortwalk."I did not know what to say for amoment, even though I hadthe urge to be with her but Chris wascoming down to pickup something from me.I gave it a thought and said, "MYFRIEND CHRIS ISCOMING TO PICK UP A BOX OFPANCAKES FROM ME, HIS WIFE IS PREGNENT, I CAN'TLEAVE THE AREAFOR THE NEXT THREE HOURS."Jennifer said, "did not hear you right."I had to get really loud, so loud thattwo of the flycatchersitting nearby flew away. Breezynoise, along with the flapof wings had me absent for a while; itgot me so absent thatI could hear my neighbor playing AlGreen.I got really loud and told her again, "MY FRIEND CHRIS ISCOMING TO PICK UP A BOX OFPANCAKES FROM ME, HIS WIFE IS PREGNENT, I CAN'TLEAVE THE AREAFOR THE NEXT THREE HOURS."Jennifer turned red for some reasonand said, "I am goingto go in and relax for a while then."She disappeared inside herapartment, again.I did not have anything else to do tillChris gets here, myvision went blurry for a while lookingat the Oak tree. Shelooks so pretty with her green jacketon. My weeping mindtried to freeze some of thesemoments and as it was busyfeeding the eyes. She was her greenjacket. Courtshipbetween me and the Oak tree did notlast too long, I heardsomebody pulling in at the backparking lot. Most probablyChris. It was Chris.He came and picked up the box andleft.I did not want to wait outside for along time. My scatteredmind looked around for a door, Jennifer's door. I thoughtabout it and knocked softly. It was thebeating of my heartthat got reflected out of the door.Deep inside my mind, Iasked myself whether I was at theright door or not cause thesecond feltlike an hour.Jennifer smiled as she opened thedoor, "I am making tea, and would you like some."I said, "Yes, I love some."She got lost inside the kitchen. Asmall cozy studio roomnicely left, as I walked inside I had topass those .......................