It is not the end of my story. From Bangladesh I travelled to England by plane. There a guy bought me in a shop. I was expensive. My label read, 25 British Pounds. It is 2500 rupees!

Can you see how beautiful I was when I was new?

The guy had many-many t-shirts. I was put into his wardrobe, but he never take me out, he never wore me. I think he didn't like me. Once a woman came and put a lot of t-shirts, me, too, into a big black plastic bag. It was dark. I travelled again, this time by ship.