A Window to a Foreign Land
When I strolled into Bahadursha Park it was right around three o'clock toward the evening. It was worked in 1858 at the activity of Nawab Khwaja Abdul Ghani, in the Sadarghat territory of Old Dhaka. It was called Victoria Park until 1947 (It was likewise the year in which the British at long last left the Indian Sub-mainland). From that point forward, it was renamed after Bahadur Shah II, the last Mughal ruler. Be that as it may, individuals still call the place Victoria Park, and not the a different way. Possibly it is simple for them to articulate the word 'Victoria' than the word 'bahadursha' or it could essentially be that individuals got used to call the place Victoria Park. All things considered, I will likewise adhere to individuals' inclination.
It has been a long time since I really went to a place in Old Dhaka. I sat before the tall commemoration at the eastern side of the recreation center. The evening was extremely hot and damp and I had this inclination that I expected to drink something gravely. I had a little container of 'mineral water' with me; so I drank from my little jug as I took a gander at the tall remembrance, which honors the climbing of the position of royalty of Queen Victoria as Empress of India and British Empire.
Tall trees with green, vibrating leaves infested through its high and wide curve like opening on the eastern side (there are four such openings on four sides, confronting four distinct headings) as their long and trapped branches moved tenderly toward the evening breeze. Odds and ends of blue sky could be seen through the branches and the takes off. I continued taking a gander at the captivating scene and began to feel as if I had been transported back to the Victorian Era. The scene truly looked like Victorian to me; as if a bit of Victorian England was peering through the opening.
I spent no less than 60 minutes, sitting at a similar place and getting a charge out of the sublime scene. An extremely cool and relieving breeze blew every once in a while, just God knows from where, amidst intolerable warmth of yet another dry and rainless rainstorm evening.
From old time, individuals went far and wide from the spots of their source. Numerous among them settled down in inaccessible and faraway grounds, doing exchange and business; and in the long run took control over local people. All the while, they cleared out remainders of their own societies and times. In this way, there could be odds and ends of history and societies of removed terrains, holding up to be found by us - not so far from the spots we live in. It's that we never minded to take the time and inconvenience to arrive. When we arrive, an altogether new world may open up directly before us with its starting point from the past of a far off land.
It has been a long time since I really went to a place in Old Dhaka. I sat before the tall commemoration at the eastern side of the recreation center. The evening was extremely hot and damp and I had this inclination that I expected to drink something gravely. I had a little container of 'mineral water' with me; so I drank from my little jug as I took a gander at the tall remembrance, which honors the climbing of the position of royalty of Queen Victoria as Empress of India and British Empire.
Tall trees with green, vibrating leaves infested through its high and wide curve like opening on the eastern side (there are four such openings on four sides, confronting four distinct headings) as their long and trapped branches moved tenderly toward the evening breeze. Odds and ends of blue sky could be seen through the branches and the takes off. I continued taking a gander at the captivating scene and began to feel as if I had been transported back to the Victorian Era. The scene truly looked like Victorian to me; as if a bit of Victorian England was peering through the opening.
I spent no less than 60 minutes, sitting at a similar place and getting a charge out of the sublime scene. An extremely cool and relieving breeze blew every once in a while, just God knows from where, amidst intolerable warmth of yet another dry and rainless rainstorm evening.
From old time, individuals went far and wide from the spots of their source. Numerous among them settled down in inaccessible and faraway grounds, doing exchange and business; and in the long run took control over local people. All the while, they cleared out remainders of their own societies and times. In this way, there could be odds and ends of history and societies of removed terrains, holding up to be found by us - not so far from the spots we live in. It's that we never minded to take the time and inconvenience to arrive. When we arrive, an altogether new world may open up directly before us with its starting point from the past of a far off land.
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