Hello, how are you all? I was not there for a long time, I came back to you. Hope you are well. I was in a bad time. So there was no focus on any work. Finally I returned from Noakhali with some peace.
"Noakhali". People of Bangladesh are very interested in this region. If the country is divided within a country, the people of this region can be separated. They like to be themselves. Some jokingly call this district United States of Noakhali. 70% of Bangladesh's people living abroad are from Noakhali district. Anyway, talk about Noakhali some other time.
I was in a lot of depression in my personal life. To overcome this depression, I thought to visit somewhere for a few days. In the meantime, a friend of mine from Noakhali called and asked to visit their home. I considered it as the best option. So without further delay I went to Noakhali and came back from nine days.
I left from Dhaka. I boarded the night bus and got down at Sonapur Bazar in Noakhali in the morning. From there I took another bus to the Ghat. I boarded the trawler from the wharf. The destination is Uri Char. It is a very remote village of Noakhali. A large area has risen like an island in the middle of the river. There is their home.
I reached by noon. I went and saw a friend standing with a bike. He went to the market with me. Took me a lot of shopping. Especially bought many kinds of fish. I am very happy to see it.
He took me home and told me to put everything in a room, then I freshened up and slept for a while. Then in the afternoon he woke me up and took me to the river bank on a bike.
Sandy fields around. Open land as far as the eye can see. The land is white, the sky is white, and the huge river is next to it. It is not possible to express this feeling in words if you do not see it with your own eyes.
The most adventurous thing here is that people bring bikes from one side of the river to the other by trawlers. I am surprised to see this.
Many people come to spend time with bikes on the banks of the river. We have a great afternoon here.
Children were playing on a high pile of sand. I was actually enjoying things so much that the picture wasn't even taken. I still clicked some pictures with the phone's weak camera.
Some families came to visit, they are very ordinary people. Even though they are poor shamans, there is no shortage of peace in their lives. They are having a beautiful life with their children. And we are a little happy while fighting life! I was sorry to see them. Finally, I spent a day taking some pictures.
(This episode will continue)-More posts about this village will come in a few days. Until that day, stay well, stay healthy.
