Dear Hivers, Hope all are fine. “Winter is coming “ Many of us might understand the meaning. We are passing through an epidemic named Covid 19. The doctor says “ It will be more strong in winter”. So we should take extra care of ourselves and our family also.
I dream to be an entrepreneur. I am a co-founder of an online page named CHORKI where we sell ladies clothes like Sharee, Three-piece, Two-piece and one-piece. We want to introduce the hand made products which are made by our aboriginal people.
Last day I and one of our moderator and founder of chorki went to the wholesale market. We went there to thrive our stock. After a couple of days, puja is going to be celebrated. Though it is a ritual of Hinduism because of amity it is celebrated by the people of all regions. So we want to make page flourish through new dress. So that people can make their choice and buy from our page.
We went to the country’s biggest wholesale market Islalmpur. In the morning I went to her area as per our decision. I reached there at 8 A.M. I was waiting at the bus stoppage near her house. I called her when I left home for her. She reached the bus station within 15 minutes cause she was already prepared to go.
There was so much traffic jam on the road. We reached Gulistan after three hours. Our back got pained. We got down from the bus and took a rickshaw. Though the epidemic there was so many people.
After getting down from the rickshaw we got separated from each other. We hadn’t much time so we decided to split out. She went to a market and I went to another market. One of my school friends had a shop there. I called him and went to his shop.
My friend’s name was Anis. He was too much happy to see me. I told him about the reason for coming here. He showed me some three-piece but I didn’t feel satisfied. Then he took me to his warehouse to choose. It was on the ground floor of the market. I found there so many categories. I chose some clothes. All were three-piece. Then we returned to the main shop and gossiped for some time. I left the shop.
I called her, she already had finished her part. We rejoined again and got into a rickshaw. It was raining cats and dogs when we were at the market. All the road was under the water. I took a photo of Central Jail where we were passing by it. The wall was so high.
We got down from the rickshaw in front of the Newmarket. I found my favourite “Jilapi”. We ate a little. We found a bus after a few minutes. But there was so much traffic jam on the road.
We reached home at 7.30 PM. It was a long journey. This is our official logo.
It is time to say goodbye. Thanks for being with me. I will catch you guys on my next blog. Stay home and stay safe.