It was 12th of june,2009. Ananto called for a sudden meeting near the water tank in shemoli. I was well determined to confess my reluctance in progress. “ Nanto, does not matter whether shimul is going or not,we have to make haste .I am becoming extinct to feel my presence in the deep of that damn beach” Evan said excitedly . “yah, Of course, This is not bothering me. All I am thinking is about the budget!! As he is not going , we are about to have an Extra in everything. And seems somebody should seal his nonattendance. How about Khairul?” It left me with a big open mouth. I stammered “ how absurd” Ananto goes on “ Dost, You are Big trouble .You always have no money when we are to party. You conduct yourself a TB patient. And the worst part of you is ,You are Akib javed!!!” “Please ,don’t call me that. My limitation is not planned , I mean look at me. Don’t you have pity on me!! “ I stammered again. They went deep in their conversation without me.