Golman Bibi has seven sons and her husband is deceased. Now her sons are married and they were cutting down the trees of her yard to extend their home. She was crying for her trees, because those trees were like her children too. She was saying to me: "বাবা, একেকটা গাছ কাইটা ফেলতাছে যেন আমার একেকটা বুকের ধন কাইটা ফেলতাসে......."