Myself: Hello, Jahid, how are you?

Jahid: I’m ok. But I cannot think of living in Dhaka any more.

Myself:  Why, any problem?

Jahid: Really days are getting worse.

Myself:  What are you telling about?

Jahid; Traffic Jam. Can you think how disgusting it is?

Myself: Oh! Really disgusting. I needed two hours to reach from Jatrabari to Dhanmondi .

Jahid: Can you think it? What a boring city it is!

Myself: It’s one of the main problem of Dhaka.

Jahid: People are disgusted.

Myself: There’s no rule in the city. Drivers stop bus here and there.

Jahid: More than that is the un-experienced drivers.

Myself:  How can we get rid of it?

Jahid: We have to tolerate it.

Myself:  Really we are unlucky.

Jahid: Don’t be so disheartened. Our Govt. is trying their best.

Myself:  Ok. Let’s be hopeful.

Jahid: Nothing to do. Thank you for your witty argument.

Myself:  You’re welcome.a