Dad bought a new smartphone. He called me and said, “Open the mouth.” It takes five minutes to understand the face book. I understood and said, “Will you open your Facebook ID?”
“Yes, yes Facebook.”
“It will take two thousand rupees to open Facebook.”
“What are you talking about! I heard you are free?”
“It’s free. It doesn’t cost money to run it. Only opening time will cost two thousand.”
“If it’s free, it will take two thousand!”
“Dad, I don’t understand all these commercial ads. This is how Grameenphone sometimes gives free offers, but they just write down the conditions that apply.”
“Oh well. Okay open.”
I thanked Zucker in my heart, Beta brought two thousand in his pocket.
After a few days, the father said again, “You can read stories on Facebook?”
“You can read the stories of many writers.” Dad loves to read again, even write a little.
“Is that so!”
“It will cost five thousand.”
“What five thousand!”
“Wouldn’t it take money to read the stories of so many authors? But there is an advantage here, you don’t have to buy it again and again. If you buy it once, you can read it for the rest of your life.”
“Good then.”
I put it in the pencil group.
Now I see most of the time there is a pencil. He called me that day and said, “They are good, they show songs and beautiful pictures for free!”
“Yes, father, these are very good!”
After a few days, father liked to give his own writing pencils. He said to me, “Can’t my writing be given here?”
“Sure will but—?”
“How much will it cost?”
“Doesn’t take much! Five shows in one story.”
Bah! How much money is the opportunity to earn around, you just have to shake your head. After a few days I post a story of my father and my pocket is heavy.
Dad’s writing is good. It can be seen that every story has thousands of likes, many of them wrote well by commenting! Father has become quite familiar. My income is good. How do you know that one of the pencil’s admin panel has entered the friend list of the father? It seems that after seeing the announcement, the father understood that these are the murderers. Dad gave him a message, “I have been writing stories in pencil for a long time, can’t you give me a little discount?”
