Speech of a hungry locality
Just a while ago, Kutub Uddin was sitting among the leaders and activists at the sitting room in the downstairs. The adda had become lively. Someone was chewing betel leaf while some were drinking tea or smoking cigarettes. One story after another in response. This time there will be a hard contest. Victory is surely yours, leader. Everyone was saying the same in unison. He was nodding his head. A faint smile on his face. Everyone is talking about victory. Having lost three times, he is quite anxious about victory. However, this time the tide is rising. That tide will carry him to the port of victory. No one can stop this current of the tide. Can't even stand in front of it. That belief in his heart is growing stronger day by day. Last time too, he dreamed of being covered in garlands of flowers in victory march. But that dream disappeared at night as the opponent gained victory. So, this time too much excitement couldn’t take hold of his mind.
