betterlife ||The diary game||26-04-24||"A failer mission and a beautiful day spend in the village"
How are you all? I hope you are all well by the grace of Allah. I am also fine by the grace of Allah.Today is Friday and the date of 26-04-24. I spent a lot of time amid rural greenery.I am going to present some of its highlights in today's diary game. I hope you will stay with me.
Thumbnail Image of the day
Today at 7 a.m., I woke up in a strange village outside the familiar environment. I felt better as soon as I woke up. Although I went to sleep in a bad mood.
∞🔸∞(A close friend of mine and my friends embezzled 1500000-200000 taka from an organization and ran away. The friend who ran away was also a shareholder of that organization. We came to Shariatpur yesterday night to find him. But we failed to catch him And unfortunately stayed the night at one's uncle's house.)
After waking up in the morning to wash our hands, my friend's uncle chased us. He was going to take us to see the village market. A very cheerful and hospitable uncle took us to the market. First, he fed us bananas. We ate pure bananas after a long day. Then he took us to a sweets shop.
Uncle first ordered curd. We ate curd with interest. The curd made from pure cow's milk was very tasty. Again, uncle ordered sweets. We all refused sweets. But my uncle didn't listen to anyone. He forcefully fed us sweets.
At the time of eating curd
We left the sweet shop, looked around, and saw greenery. These green plants are an endless factory of oxygen. I took a deep breath. Fresh fish from the river in the market, and raw milk from the farmer's house without any chemicals can be bought here. Such pure stuff is unimaginable in urban areas.
Green and green all around
It was around 10 in the morning after walking around the market. Uncle came back home with us. Uncle's house is impossibly beautiful. The second floor is made of tin, surrounded by trees. Here I noticed that because of such beautiful plants, electricity is not needed for air. The air provided by nature is more. More comfortable.
My uncle's house in the village
Uncle has prepared khichuri for us. Khichuri comes with four types of bharta, fried and roasted chicken. In the local language, it is called bauya bhat. We enjoy the eating bouya bhat.
As soon as it was digested, he brought a soft drink, and after a while he took milk. This time I folded my hands and told my uncle not to give any more. Because the stomach is overloaded.
We stayed at my friend's uncle's house till noon. I have not seen such sincere hospitality for a long time. We were so impressed by Uncle's behavior that it was beyond words.
Some beautiful image of the village
Still, we have to return to Dhaka. So, I said goodbye to my uncle and boarded a bus bound for Dhaka.
The road from Shariatpur to Dhaka is quite good and it didn't take much time to build the Padma Bridge.
We reached home at 3:00 pm. After finishing a failed mission which was very important to us. My mind felt bad and my body felt tired. I went to the bathroom took a good bath and tried to remove the body fatigue. But the mental fatigue did not go away.
Some beautiful Image at the time of return home
I didn't want to eat lunch. I went to bed to rest.
I woke up in the evening. I spent some time talking with the children. I felt good talking with them. my child wanted to eat ice cream because of this heat. I agreed to feed them cone ice cream. I brought some cone ice cream for home. This ice cream is loved by everyone.
At the time of taking Icecream
After eating ice cream, the boy and girl sat down to read. I went out to know the situation of my friends.
At 11:00 pm I came home after hanging out with my friends. I washed my hands and had dinner. After some time, I went to sleep.
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