Like the Countless waves of a turbulent river

The plan was to wake up very early in the morning. But what! It was 8 o’clock in the morning when I woke up. I left the cottage blaming myself.
When I left, I saw people coming back from Kanlak Para. The sun had risen so I was slowly swaying, thinking there was nothing to hurry. And I was thinking in my mind, yes, I  missed it! As soon as I left the army camp at Sajek’s helipad, some army members made me stand up. As soon as I approached them, he started interrogating me.

 

 

 

 

Officer: Where are you going?
I: In Kanlak Para.
Officer: Where are you coming from?
I: Dhaka.
Officer: What do you do? What’s your father’s name?
I study. Father’s name …..
Officer: Which cottage are you going to?
Me: In such a cottage.
Officer: Have You Bring Your ID Card?
Me: Uh, NO.
Officer: All right, go.

 

 

 

 

 

At first, I thought a little. I have never heard of interrogating anyone in Sajek. Then why did he do it to me? I got the answer soon. I wore the traditional Bengali lungi. Seeing this lungi, I became the cause of the hilarity and astonishment of people several times. So anyway, how long did I stop at a place while walking along the high road like this? At first, I didn’t notice anything waiting on my hand or side. Sit in an open place for a while. Hand-painted picture of the creator. Wearing a light golden tinge of green. White clouds are frozen in the crevices of this place. Again, the shadow of the cloud is wearing in some parts. Seeing such a mountain, Sanjeev Chandra Chattopadhyay may have said that it is like the innumerable waves of a turbulent river. Cool breeze in the mountains and such a scene. I don’t know what I was missing. But what I got now is undoubtedly one of the best moments I have ever seen.

Some people were still coming down from Kanlak. I understood in words that there is a lot of regret among them. Or they didn’t have anything to see.

How to get there: Dhaka-Khagrachhari-Sajek

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