Dear son,
   Only the other day I was walking along the street when this really large and impressive looking vehicle stopped right in front of me. A handsome fellow dressed up nicely stepped out and immediately bent down and touched my feet. He informed me that though I may not recall him he was a good friend of my son’s. He was now the district commissioner of Jaipurhat and I burst into tears, both happy for his success and sad at my own predicament.
   Your father
   
   MAMUNUR Rashid bursts into laughter, as he reads out the letter sent to him by his father. ‘Till this day, my father refuses to believe that I am good for anything. He often pesters my son – ‘Tell your father to do something fruitful and worthwhile.”’
   Rashid, at 59, may have failed to live up to his father’s expectations; however, for his fans, well-wishers, the world of Bengali theatre and television, in acting, directing, and scriptwriting, he has left an indelible mark.
   Brought up in a conservative family – his father looked down upon any form of performance art – Rashid nonetheless had a fairytale childhood in Mymensingh. His father was the local postmaster and the family lived at the feet of the Garo hills. The little boy grew up in close proximity with the indigenous culture and amidst sights, sounds, shades and smells of the six seasons.