After many days of service, I have gone home for the Eid holidays. And if we go home, I will go to Sukchand Chachar shop every day. Especially I and my slipper brother Robin came to my uncle's shop every afternoon on motorcycles. Then all afternoon, chatting with evening friends and younger brothers rumored stories and went to the house by eight o'clock. A bill had to be passed on my village home to Sukchand Chacha tea station. In the middle of the bill this road is approximately one and a half kilos. The entirety is empty, there is no house beside it, and only the vast crop of land can be seen. And on the two sides of the pucca road, the middle of the lotus trees, somewhere somewhere a child or a bot, makes all roads an attractive, spectacular place. But especially during the monsoon this place becomes more beautiful. Then all the crops went down under the water, the bill was filled with rainwater. Just look at the water and the water. How the red sun rises in the west horizon is lost in the water of the bill, so all the older people, including the boy and the elder, come in the vicinity at this time. The beauty of the house is full of eyesight. Then, with rising in the evening Together, one becomes empty, all of it. 
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The people of our movement call this place "Mini Cox's Bazar". Those who can not visit Cox's Bazar, they do not see Cox's Bazar in this trend.
But there are some occult events hidden somewhere in between this beautiful beauty, many do not know. In my childhood, my grandfather came to hear some ghost stories that happened in the bill. But I would never have seen it in my own eyes or will be witness to another new incident, I never thought of it.
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