Five years later, 'Altab Nagari' has remained the same but with a slight change of technology. It's the beginning of the real story, as the first half may have become an introduction to our characters but more they'll grow, new problems and circumstances may arrive. It will be something that would offer a lifetime.

Mandu and Kandu were garbage pickers, throwing more dirt. It was quite a jolly day for them, perhaps. On the other hand, pigs and boars were eating those dirt in order to survive. Their joy were similar to the grave diggers: colorfully cold.

"Whenever you go, there's no place like 'Altab Nagari'" said Mandu.

"Oh yeah? How?" asked Kandu.

"It's not a tea shop, it's a breath of fresh air! They treated us like family, despite wherever we go" said Mandu.

"But our 'so-called' hero, Hablu always throw garbage on us! Ehsaan is really decent but Arhaan is a miser in some places"

"Aren't we garbage pickers?"

"I guess, yeah"

Unfortunately, they found a small book with a logo of Bangladeshi map on it. They got shocked of how and why this 'little important book' have left a mark on the garbage yard. When they checked inside-it was a passport of a familiar face from 'Altab Nagari'. It was Sajed's son Shehzad's passport with a lot of small detail, including the address. Then, Kandu quickly used his bicycle and gave it to Monir- the mailman, then he ran onto one of the random people from 'Altab Nagari'.

Then that man ran like a soccer player so fast that his loin cloth began to lose and almost flying out of thin air, just like Marilyn Monroe. But he controlled it. Then, he gave the passport to Fardeen-the pharmacy shop owner. He used his bicycle and ran fast towards Liaqat- the grocery store owner while running into Farukh the milkman, while distributing milk.

The milkman reached to Sajed's house and said 'Sir, I think it's your passport'

When Sajed took a look at it, he turned his page into Shezan's face that has been flashed all over the passport.

"Off course, it's not mine, it's my son's. Maybe, my maid mistook it as a trash. I think, she was sweeping in the room so much that, she didn't notice anything. Such a careless idiot she is!" commented Sajed.

Along that, when he was about to leave his house his wife, Khadija stood at the back. It was an endangering moment for him. Then, it petrified him as his skin was shaking a lot. When he turned, she said "Going to the shop?"

"Aah...yes" stammered Sajed.

"The dues are so low! How can you run a shop like that?" snapped Khadijah with sarcasm.

"With all the past savings, as well as the catering services... And even because of you, we have to charge high during our services. It was way unfortunate, that our area circuit haven't got the credit, as they used to pay me in a limited basis" said Sajed.

"You just save all of these, only for the groceries? Can't you spend it for my shopping? My trip?" screamed Khadijah.

"Me..me..me..me...Why it's all about you?" screamed Sajed.

They've continued to fight. Shehzad was upset, lonely and left out. Therefore, he started to walk out of the fight. His mom's selfishness and father's selflessness have conflicted his own ethics. Shehzad was a cheerful child, but at the inside, hollow that he might have more than terrible consequences than death.

Few minutes after the argument, Sajed joined with Delwar in the shop, despite having a worst mood. Delwar switched on the radio, for the Bengali song, where it was more traditional-until rap came, Sajed started to groove and enjoyed making puris and samosas. At a time, FM radio stations were ruling the industry.

Meanwhile, three teenagers and a thirty year old grown man-the Musketeers were sitting on the noise-proof area, the club house. It was quite empty. One of the boys, Ikkhon was crying on the bench beside the carom board, like a whiny child. Ehsaan arrived late and asked "What's wrong?"

"Everything's wrong with me!" mopped Ikkhon.

"It's his love story, that's the problem" whispered Arhaan.

"Aargh! That boy needs to be a man" said Hablu, embarrassed by the situation.

"At first, I had a crush on a teacher. She was tall, attractive and beautiful. When she slipped down, she was crying. I comforted her. Few days later, she was possessive of me. Then after she left the college, I messaged her under the impression that I fell for her. Because the last time I saw her, she was wearing a white 'kameez'. She was bidding me while she was crossing the school in the rickshaw. I realized that I got off-limits because she avoided me, I apologized but despite she accepted my apology, it was hard for me to digest that she got married to someone else.

Secondly, a popular school captain, Riddhima Alom. She helped me by doing a school drama. As soon as we got along, we built a best understanding. But, the problem was her possessive boyfriend, who sent his goons to beat me to death. But Hablu saved my life, showing me her pictures of 'abusing substances' with her boyfriend from his Nokia 360 touch and button phone. Then I stepped away.

Since then, I stooped so low that, whenever I confessed my love towards any beautiful girl, I get slapped everyday. At first, I got slapped by Vimla, due to me bringing flowers. Secondly, Shimla, when I proposed her in front of school, then she had thrown me out of the recess grounds. Then lastly, Rahima, from Mayesha's girl's school. I serenaded her, by confessing with hundred musicians after a month of love. Then she just hit me with a ukulele. Then Mayesha saved me from there, just to punish the girl by kneeling down. I am a fucking love failure!!"

Most of the rest of the Musketeers put their palms of their faces. It was just the time that touchscreens had just arrived. But electricity and water problem never faded. But still, The Musketeers were enjoying their time of lives.

"Incorrigible fellow! You are better off with the stale fish curry and salt-less vegetables, than being a Romeo. But you'll find a right Juliet, someday" said Hablu, somehow comforting Ikkhon like an elder brother, in his weird fashion.

Suddenly, Arhaan was anxious. Hablu along with the others were looking at him, if he were dead. Somehow, looking at them, Arhaan revealed "I was showering in the bathroom. Then, I tapped on the sink, but water jammed and sounded strange. I left it over, as I forgot to tap off. After an hour, I found my room flooded all over. Even my computer was wet and electric fluctuated. Thank God for my mom, the whole house didn't flood, but I regret my computer being wasted. And I have to restore my backups too. Despite being rich, I'm quite poor. It was pretty important, because I have an ambition to be a somewhat of a newsmen".

"Hmm...that's true" said Ehsaan.

"Hey Ehsaan, I heard that your mom has been promoted from Asst. Professor to Professor" said George.

"Yeah, it's quite a huge level of achievement. But remember, I'm still your Ehsaan" acknowledged Ehsaan.

What are friends for? There are too many perspectives to talk about, but one thing for sure: they might be naught from the outside, but when it comes to the inside, even in dangerous situations, they unmask themselves. Anyway, sharing their lives, they were so relieved that they never were felt left-out. But Hablu's thoughts of something more strange was about to happen that might even open the mystery regarding his own past, which was hinted during the confrontation with Prof. Mustaqim.