Hey, what's up everyone, you're fine !!! I'm fine Alhamdulillah. Being able to be good is a big thing. One should always be thankful to the Creator for this. Anyway, at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first. This is my city, "Come to my city, the unreasonable crowd of untold stories". There is another lyric, "This city is the city of magic, the city of life in Dhaka."
Dhaka, other old city. Ancient city. Here the city changes regularly. Gradually new habitat lands from the old locality. The city is big in size. Urbanization occurs.
Meanwhile, new residential areas have sprung up. Pretty clean. The new houses have been neatly constructed. The way a residential area is arranged. I was talking about Uttara in Dhaka.
Its size is increasing regularly. The amount of settlement is increasing. The moon can still be seen in the crowd of brick and concrete, in the form of a city. The moon of the tree crowd is not here.
The sun is rising, the sun is setting, busy people are running, getting tired, taking light rest, running again. No one knows how long it will last like this. But you can live like this, everyone knows that. Thus, every day, who has the time to see the moon and the sun with beautiful eyes?
However, these are very difficult issues. I get upset when I think about these things. Time becomes difficult. These pictures are taken in the middle of traveling here and there, in the middle of wandering. There is a different kind of soul mixed in each picture.
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