Kaku ra Bumba k thakar jonno nicher floor’e ekta ghar dilo. Ghar ta porasuna’r jonno ekdom ideal. Ek pase ekta bichana, ekta chair r table, ekta w...rdrobe r ekta wall clock.. Bumba’r ghar ta dekhe khub kanna pelo, but kichu’e korar nei. Take ekhon koek ta bochor ekhane theke porasuna korte hobe. Se jama kapor change kore upor’e gelo. Cha jolkhabar khete. Khete upor’e onekhhon adda holo kaku r kamima’r sathe. Er modhhe kaku der paser ghar’er bharatiya boudi ese kichukhhon adda mere gelo, sathe. But you waited, unable to sleep, your head pressed to the cold glass; the humming of the bus' engine as a soft reminder that time would pass ever so slowly.Friday morning found you waking up from dreams of love and romance to the smell of fresh bacon sizzling beautifully on a distant stove-top. Tom must be making breakfast for work. You lay in bed, a silent yawn and cat-like stretch the only movements you care to make before settling under the warm covers. Thinking back to the end of your trip. His ears and cheeks poked out like Howdy Doody's, and he had a toothy grin reminiscent of the puppet's happy smile, but his nose and cheeks weren't freckled."For an artist, you are a talker," he said.I didn't sense that he was putting me down with his comment."That's good, if the artist knows what he's talking about. You do," he said. "I'm from the Big Apple, but my roots are in the heartland of this great country, so once every couple of years I go on a scouting trip in search of promising new. There was a hygiene facility attached to the dorm. A table and a collection of chairs completed the rooms’ inventory. No one else was here. To my surprise I found my space-bag sitting before a locker labeled Olafson and one bed was also labeled with my last name.“Want me you to wipe your nose or perhaps tell you a bed time story? Nothing is too good for the drinking buddy of the Man.”“Sir, I know whatever I say to you will make things probably worse but let me say this. I did not ask for what.