Dhaka, Dec. 7 -- A few days ago, I asked my mother to knit a sweater for me. She said, "Do you want to keep it as a memory because I'll die someday?"I replied, "I might die before you. I just want your art to carry my touch."

Then my mother said, "There are so many sweaters in the market-will mine be any different?" I answered, "I don't want just a handmade sweater.

I want one made by the very person because of whom I exist in this world, and because of whom all my deeds-good or bad-belong only to me." Bipasha Hayat

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