Haor colorful villages..

Colorful villages can be seen in haor area of ​​Sunamganj. Photo: Sabirul Islam
Colorful villages can be seen in haor area of ​​Sunamganj. Photo: Sabirul Islam
Bhairav ​​left the restaurant again and ran again. When I came to Sylhet town to meet with the other woman sitting beside me, I could not understand. I swore away. So, when I came to Sylhet, Sunamganj is not late. After raising a car on the side of the road and asking about the road on Sunamganj road, after learning about what he said in Sylhet, he became a fool. We left the road to Sunamganj 10 kilometers ahead. Alas! Turning to the car, I started running towards Sunamganj.

When I reached Sunamganj city, it was late afternoon. Niribili town I love to first show up. A cup of tea in the hotel verandah removes fatigue throughout the day. Plants beside the hotel are standing on the banks of the pond and watering some ducks. Now they have to turn back home.
In the evening, I went to the memory of the poet Hassan Raza's memorial museum. The old house is spreading in every corner of his picture and used accessories. From the glass of drinking water to the horse's hinge, all there is. His grandson Samayan diwan was very interested in introducing us to everything. I understand that the people of the woods, art and literature are less. Still, my eyes were stuck in two lines written by the poet, Hassan Raza's huge picture, 'I have seen the form of Ray in the form of Ray, I came out of the middle, I got it.'
The wife came next and asked, 'Is there any understanding?' I sigh
The rest of the time spent listening to Hassan Raja's song. It's time to return to the hotel. One went to the old house behind the old house. Hassan Raja's house Where he lived. Standing in the broken pond in front of the house, where the wind came from the wind and went away in full swing. This is the old house, with its broken pond, and the dark darkness along with it. What is more difficult than the thickness of the tooth drapes?
The next morning I got stuck out of the city. The car can not be taken to the streets of Tahirpur. We got our car in special consideration because of the request. A local person played an important role in this regard. He requested that he let him down in his house by mid-way. I agreed.
The surroundings are full of rich green paddy. Haor region, so this is the last crop before the monsoon. Then everything will swim in the water. There is nowhere anywhere in the swamps. Lower the car's glass and breathe in it. Ah! What a beautiful country

In March this Sunaganja visit to this place. The haor was not full then. But at that time a beautiful beautiful nature On the two side of the street there is a small market with a few shops. We had to wait a big tawa on the ground stove in front of the hotel. Ah! Poor, without oil, how the sun dried up. The cook was busy in order to order breakfast. The oil sprayed and gave up to four or five wings. Then, on the other side, the pressure on the pressure and the pressure on the oil melted patchy. Then, when the onion-raw chilli mixed with tawa left the scent, its scent spread so that the market spread all over. Sitting on the bench, eating the nashata gave up the breeze. Hawaar is rising. The shops in the storm jumped rapidly. We also took shelter in the car.
Gradually the wind blows stopped. How about a strange silence.
I was confused. Go to the front or return to Sunamganj city. A bicyclist came and told that many bamboos broke down in front of the street. I thought, this way we can not be returned. On the back road, surely the trees have been lying on the forehead, I decided to move forward. Takharpur reached the bus to continue. Destination Tangail Haor But the car will not be there from here. You have to go to the motorcycle riding a motorcycle. So sign up