Love Never Dies

Love never dies

Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh,I was brought up here seeing the beautiful sky with overwhelming moon. In my childhood it was only a city to me. We had tiny field where me and my brother used to play cricket. We used to wait to hear the Azan (prayer declaration) in nearest mosque because it was an indication of being afternoon. At that time Dhaka was only an answer of general knowledge question to me. That time I had interest about famous places of Dhaka like Shahid Minar, National Museum etc.. It was all about visiting as a tourist! Later in my teen age, I discovered Dhaka is much more than visiting. I have more deep connection with it. It was just a beginning. Later I discovered every little thing actually happens in this city,a city of mosque,a city of love and a city of life to me. Dhaka is the place where I made my identity. It is place of mad school times with the tension of exams. It is the place with my enormous loved ones. I feel attached with every components of the city. The sky of Dhaka embraces me when I feel lonely. When it shows gloomy in rainy season I also feel lonely. It showers love of rain when I am with my best friend. The roads are to walk unknowingly after knowing that my test result was not good. Dhaka has something special for me. Sometimes it ditches me like hell leaving in a corner with depressing thoughts. It gives powerful punches of truth. Again it gives me the essence of love. Yes! Here, I found my best friend to whom I am like an open book. We have the best memories in the streets of Dhaka. The streets and fields know every time we had a beautiful walk! Dhaka was the place where my parents met and fell in love. I can still go to those places where father used to wait for mom with flowers in hand. Also the people of my city are lovely. They treat each other with loyalty and respect. Even I find peace eating spicy foods from local vendor uncle because every time he sees me asks how I am with a smile. The tea makers of tiny stalls are often illiterate but they talk about politics, local incidents in serious mood while adding extra sugar in tea. The rickshaw pullers sing painful songs in late night mentioning their loved ones who left them. This city has given me my family,a youthful school life with unforgettable memories , joyable college days of clubbing. I have numerous memories with the city. The city has given me friends who ended up betraying, gave me love whom I could not see.And the wind! Yes, it is heavenly. I feel rhe wind sitting beside my window in summer night. It reminds me the quote "Our love is like the wind,you can’t see it but you can feel it" but still the relation between me and the city is beyond definition. I feel that somewhere in Dhaka I lost myself. I was lost in middle of my journey. It is why in the crowd of Dhaka I feel lonely. I feel sad when I see the birds going to their nests in evenings for unknown reason. Even the rain brings sadness sometimes . I find listening to heart aching songs a better option than reading books. I believe emptiness resides everywhere when we lose ourselves. I know here emotions are getting sold in market like a product. I know how unsafe the roads are for women. I know the fear of being raped or harassed in my own city. I have seen the suffering of poor people in winter lying in cold streets! The cruelty of the city can unleash anytime. It is no wonder.But I know I will miss my Dhaka, the streets,the stalls where we friends used to eat tea or snacks cracking silly jokes ,the rickshaws, the shopping malls if I leave the city. I will probably miss my college area because we have a huge things to explore in college campus! The city will miss me more as I miss it. Sometimes I also feel to go back to old Dhaka because at that time people had time for loved ones,value for emotions. It was place to have deep conversation with my mom,having happiness in littlest things that didn’t need to be expensive. At that time, people were not materialistic but happy. They used to know what love, sacrifice and emotion is. No wonder I am satisfied with I have now but people are mysterious and I am not an exception! The equation of my love and hate has no answer leaving infinity of questions!

My dear Dhaka,I had a journey with unquenchable thirst for love. Sometimes I got it but sometimes I did not. Was I a selfish to expect? Or a fool to break down my walls? Questions can rise innumerable without having proper answers. But could you provide me those little yearnings? Happiness doesn’t reside a far it lives in us. We can't see through it.We can not choose the truth and you also covered the truth as I remember. I love you my city because you made me stronger, responsible and patience. You taught me to keep consistency in a circle of inconsistency You taught me to go for what I yearn for,what I deserve in the ling run. Actually you saw the seed of my dream, you urged me to be independent having a career and family. Moreover,Dhaka taught me to love others and show kindness.

I know love never dies. It reigns all. The love and hate equations can only result conflicts between them. But I choose to be the light for my city who brought me up, gave me values.I want to be the light that poeple can follow, can heal their pains, can sing the song of harmony of a better world I know love will reside on the streets of Dhaka with the red roses along.

" If you missed the train I'm on

You will know that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

A hundred miles..