Marichjhapi, Lusibari, Emilybari, Garjontola, Bon Bibi, BhotBhoti, Shankar Machh, Tangra, Ilish, Parshey, Puti, Bhekti, Rui, Chitol, Muorola, Bagh, Johor, Aghunmukha and many many more beautiful Bangla terms to know and learn from this tragic tale of the tide country. Poetry, Nature and a fictitious storyline in unison create a magical world of profound characters for the readers here. The raw and intense portrayal of the way of life for the locals in the communities is beyond comparison. When it rains, you feel the gentle touch of mizzle; When it gets foggy, you feel the mist enveloping you and clouding your vision; when there comes a storm, you feel the intensity and graveness of the situation; When there's food, you smell the authentic aromas wafting through the pages. That's how overwhelming the style of writing of the author is, given the perspicacious records and data that have constructed this beautiful piece of work. The best part is where those refreshing lines of poetry and reflective thoughts are interlaced with the plot and let us take a few seconds to mull over everything that makes this world the way it is. In short, this one's a teleportation to the tide country through a tantalizing tale. Would strongly recommend it after Ruskin Bond.
THE CHARIOT OF OUR ANGELS! After so many phases of colour transformations, finally, our bus has become yellow....Yellow????.sigh........ Anyway, I've seen blue with penguins but not this. Sometimes I hate our buses for chasing us away with our books and lunch boxes during the casual turns...so much remodelling..so many cras.....ssshhhesss... oopsie!!! I didn't mean to say that...Well..now it's a vibrant bucket of bolts...good! THE GRAND GATEWAY! It's hard for me to not keep thinking about our old watchman. Sharp at 8:45 these huge pair of gates would be closed.There would be a little door too...for other people to enter..and the notice board that you see right there always captivated us during monsoons....we'd wait for some holiday notes to be written so we could run back home. Emails or Phones or WhatsApp didn't exist then. Though these gates did scare us a few times...it very well taugh...
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