I am writing the stories that appear randomly in my mind.These are the stories of my imagination.They can be romantic,paranormal & of many other genres !
They are my own that is what I feel good about .
You'll feel different after reading...
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It seems to everyone that Dhaka is a city of chaos which sadly is the brutal truth.Everyone living in Dhaka seems to be participating in a race of survival. However every time an outsider goes there, they feel lost. Nothing stands still there.Everything and everybody is moving.It is as if there was no escape.It feels the people are trapped inside of the reality of the city.
I am just a simple girl from a small town in Khulna.The events that happened next was not something i had been prepared for at all.
It was the beginning of summer when I got a break from my University. I had just started my studies in Shahjalal University the previous year.Strangely enough I was not yearning to go home. I wanted to explore just as every 19 or 20 year old wants to.My friend Shahel went to Dhaka University. As he invited me to visit, I could not refuse.
As I stepped down from the train, it felt like a heat wave went through. My throat felt like a desert. A smoke swirling through the wind hit me which was a sand smoke i later realised. The sun felt like it had been only 10 feet above me.I finally realised i was indeed in Dhaka.
Exploring may be a fancy word to describe anyone's experience in Dhaka.Surviving could be a suitable word.As on my first week there i was called a lesbian by a bunch of boys in Khilgaon although I am not. I wondered if wearing modern clothes sent them mixed signals.Then I realised you can never satisfy the fashion sense of the society. If you wear salwar-kameez then you are probably not smart and do not know much English.On the contrary if you wear modern clothing then you are probably dumb and over smart. It is a matter of sorrow that nothing can please this society.
On my second week in dhaka I almost died yet magically survived. I thought luck was finally on my favor.A bus nearly struck my rickshaw and if it did I maybe would not survive. Though it is a event that can give you goosebumbs, it did not put much impact on me.
When I first arrived Dhaka,Shahel had told me,"Nipa,you won't survive a day! " I had said,"We'll see!"
Dhaka is the city of dreams.There are so many opportunities and possibilities. If you can dance,you become a dance teacher. If you paint, you start a school for kids. On weekends you go out to badhundhara city or jamuna to see a film with your folks. I was thrilled to see Hugh Jackman on the big screen.In Dhaka I got to see that you can be so much more than just a student. You are studying yet you are known to be so many versatile things.You truly can explore your talents which gives you a chance to flourish.
I was not only surprised but also proud when one of my friends from college(high school in other countries) got a scholarship. Alif was an only child & her father died when she was very young.She herself arranged her passport and everything related to her scholarship.Despite her familys criticism, she went on & never gave up.As a result, she is going to Germany on scholarship. She is one of the kindest person I have ever met. Who deserves it more than her is unknown to me!
One of the remarkable events happened on one stormy evening.I was returning from Bangla Motor to Rampura. Suddenly our bus broke down.No sooner had I stepped down from the bus than I was drenched.Looking for a shade I took shelter under a shopping mall under construction.While I was waiting a phone call surprised me.It was one of my friends Supria who was also visiting her aunt in Dhaka. I picked up her call.She said,"Dost,Where are you? "I replied describing my situation.She said,"This is probably not the right time but I have to tell it to someone.I really want to tell you this first!" Being curious I asked,"What is it?" She replied, "I am getting married!" Not being able to interpret the situation I asked, "Are you serious? " Being serious she said,"ofcourse,next week the marriage is going to happen.The wedding reception is going to happen a while later. I really want you to be here! "
When my parents got to know that I was going to stay another week,they were not pleased at all. I was away from home for two weeks already.
Despite the mismanagement, Supria was the happiest bride there was!
There I was teased and called a lesbian . Then I was thrilled & afterwards I was attending a wedding.Though it was a hell of a roller coaster, my farewell was much warmer than my journey.My friends including Shahel and Alif took me to a day out.
On our day out,Shayel took us to legendary "Puran Dhaka".There were something vintage about it. Though the rubbish distressed us but the shops did not disappoint us. Shahel took us to buy some decorations for his sisters Holud.The colorful fans,flowers,flowers made with colorful papers etc were a source of enthusiasm. We almost bought everything from a particular shop.The man who runs the shop is a pure old dhakaian.He said,"Child,everyone cares about the decorations nowadays.Look at parlours. They are doing five hours of work yet they are getting thousands of taka!" Something in his accent made us all laugh.The old dhaka is a package. That the food of old Dhaka is marvelous is known to us all. Bakerkhani and biriyani are the two words enough to melt anyone's heart.As we came out of old Dhaka it felt like we were coming out of an era.
At the end of that evening,we all went to hatirjheel. One of the finest attractions of Dhaka.As we reached, a soft breeze brushed us off. Before we knew it the beautiful light and sound show blew our minds. We were mesmerized and bewitched.Our thoughts were paused. I remember asking myself, "How can a series of lights and sound cause art that can move you!"
I became very emotional that night. As I was standing on the rooftop of the place where I was staying,I could see the entire muse called Dhaka. Nothing ever sleeps in Dhaka, The lights are alive till the dead of the night. The bewitching view before my eyes made my hear leap. Unknowingly i sang,"এই শহর! জাদুর শহর! প্রানের শহর ঢাকা রে!" -"this city! magical city! city of lives! oh Dhaka! "
