বৃহস্পতিবার, ২৯ ডিসেম্বর, ২০১৬

I have seen the story of the journey from the Jamuna (river)




Kamruzzaman Mukta, Badarganj (Rangpur): 
The year 1994. Rangpur from Dhaka, the capital of the train on his way back passenger of river terminal Bahadurabad  ferry for crossing the river were waiting.Bahadurabad.river terminal authority told two passenger of ferry mid-river ferries are stuck. Passenger forced helpless decided by smaller boats crossing the river. At one time, I was forced my company others in a small boat. Life, from the first time I saw such a big and small boats will cross the river without thinking it felt worried. 3 pm. Small boat started its journey. Do not go the way I looked at the four corners of the vehicle to go sky is dark, the sky was dark cumulus clouds, blue sky I thought the light color have received no clear danger signal. Huddled in a corner of the boat, sat silently. So one day I was lucky enough to visit the big river Jamuna. Wave turbulent river and the shallow rolling of the boat became terrified at the sound of my heart. That is a fear in me was working! The fear surround me like the octopus, There is no way to be outside from here. Spread waters, as far as the eye can see is just a river swollen eyes wave. The sky and the river as a means of friendship ballad tune. Bank of the river, the mountains seemed to be far unnamed bride wearing a veil. The Bride is desperate to show his dear face. The storm looks as though he is enjoying himself on the bank of the river. And people living in the river like a dream one night. This does not have to. What do varieties their lives! Over the life of the hostage has been catastrophic. On the other hand, as the river took everything they had to live means to assure their food home. A book with the hope that they are alive. There is hope because men live. Which turns out to be far Fulchori (river terminal) our destination terminal. We crossed the river at the base on the turbulent late afternoon dusk,suddenly our destination will be present at one time. There will be some emotional moments, memories behind. Today thus at the end of my path(way). But the bank of the river. As long as the sun will rise, the sun will set on the earth in those days they will have to battle with the raging river. One day they will be seen tired & seek, again will be spirited out of the land. It is not the end of the run. It's an endless path(way). 


Badarganj, Rangpur 
Date 29 Dec / 16 
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