photograph by palash. few more photos here

I didn’t go so closer to the sea before. Its something I can’t tell in words. I had some very weird feelings… I was thinking I am too close to meet my destination… it’s a chance. I was shouting to the roaring waves… take me with you. I don’t know or even can’t imagine for how long it’s jumping like a white horse… or the noises are expression of joy or anger. It’s monotonous but I think I can pass years just with watching and listening. After the sun set… i found myself alone… I can’t explain… its heart breaking but charming… that some kind of sadness you can enjoy. On the dark night with ‘one sky stars’ the sea seems really furious. Its dark but the sea is visible with reflection of stars. The next day when we were moving to another island ‘chera dwip’ by boat, the first realization that came to my mind is ‘I am nothing’… but when the boat start moving I realize may be ‘I am something’ as a part of whole mankind.

The Beach of Saint martin Island is something very different than the cox’s bazaar or chittagong. It was my first time I went there and definitely I was bit over excited. The photo I’ve added with this post got a weird inspiration for me. The person on the photo is me and whenever I see it I mumble ‘do it and die’… that’s a happy ending!

One thing should be noted… ‘do it and die’ is a warning message from one of my friend for those who are in love or in dream of love…

Its the eid day morning but its raining too hard. Its good; probably its going to wash away all the sorrows, anxieties… brings freshness, happiness. Now its really raining too hard. I got up early in the morning… too earlier than normal days. I was walking through the silent village paths. It was before the rain… nature seemed bit different in it look. Its dawn but its dark cloudy… something mysterious cinematic lighting. It started raining when I was middle of the way and before I start writing I was walking in the rain. Ha ha ha… so poetic!

few more pictures here


its one of my favorite view. i often stand beside this window… i could see a lake, a canal taking the dumped water of the city to somewhere, a rail line, passing train, hurrying people, running vehicle, burning sun… even the gloomy moon. sometime count the number of compartments of a train, sometime try to realize how a day dissolve into night, sometime try to figure out how many window i could see… its endless. i try to realize how many people live in this city. i don’t know… but i know everyone of them keep an individual world around them. its different from each other. it has joy, sorrow, complexity in it’s own way.

Its rainy season here and the most significant part of this season is, it never hears the weather forecast. so within may to last of august, if you walk under the open sky of Bangladesh, you can get a sudden shower any time. Don’t feel sorry for that. Most of the time rain is like a bless… even when it causes flood. Because flood increases the fertility of land. Anyway, few days ago on the way to my university I was caught by such a sudden rain. The photo was taken that day by my cell phone. Probably that was the first hardest rain of the year and people enjoyed it very much. I saw girls and boys taking shower in the rain… so did i.

The drawings you can see on the picture are drawn by my nephew except the first one of the second row (its mine; I’ve shown him as reference). He is 5 years old and just learned how to add numbers. He was talking lot during drawing. On the second tree he put three different colors and he was explaining me why he put those colors. He told me he doesn’t like to put only green colors, its boring. Then he put colors on the next two trees and he almost avoid the green color. I thought about myself. I am sure, I am yet not that much smart…