A trip to the mountain spring Khayachara

                                                            writing by Sajal Sikder                                                                         

No matter how modern we humans are.
Our The heart falls is close to that nature. The tinkling 3D technology at the touch of my hand reminds me that I am physically present.

What does the heart mean anyway? So we run when we have time. To the eternal nature because there lies our true supreme being. And one such place is called Khaiyachara. Where there is the sound of water waves. carrying water taps of fountains, tap sounds. The silent show of the wind is the drunken wind. A romantic trip to the high mountains.

I live in Chittagong. A small house in the city of different kinds of work, when I return, my eyes are sleepy.
I left early in the morning by bus from Halisahar. I couldn’t understand when I got to the back seat of the bus, when I was about to sit on the bus, the bus conductor said that AK Khan is coming. In any case, there is no need to sit on the seat anymore, I got down with the scaffolding of five taka.

Instead of waiting for a while, I entered the tea shop and took a cup of tea along with two oil-fried parathas and dipped them in the tea and ate them. At home, it is 9:00 a.m. Let’s come out of the shop, I see a bus appeared. Are you going to send a call with the right of contact? Brother go? Will you go to Mirersarai, Bartakia, Sitakund? Bro, I did a jigsaw, how much is the scaffolding of the contactor, brother? He said 60 taka. I didn’t say, take 50 taka, the contactor said, go to the bus.

Let’s get lost again in the bus, I think, as my eyes went to the distant mountains, a light light a bunch of clouds moving around the mountains. Oh no, it was a drizzling rainy day. In this way, when I came to Miresarai, I would not have gone if the bus helper had not told me.

I went to say brother how much water bottle? The shopkeeper said fifteen taka. I bought a bottle of water along with six bananas for 18 taka and bought some chocolates.
I started to rise again. The winding road along the mountain sometimes drizzles.

I took a stick in my hand so that my feet would not slip. I walked near the fountain and went down into the cold water. I also saw some other turst, they were very happy, cutting satan in the water.

I satan swimming took some pictures with my mobile phone and left for Bari before evening. Suddenly I woke up to a knock on the door. I thought where I went in the dream of Gavi’s sleep.
mountain spring Khaiyachhara tour