Retiring from the hustle and bustle of civic life became a necessity for the body and mind. Breaking through the walls of the noisy Dhaka, I wanted to get lost in the lap of a quiet environment, clear air and green nature. How many days are lost in the forest. Feet soaked in dew. I didn't lose my address for a long time while running after the grasshopper. As soon as I remember the vague memories of the distant Kaishar, I feel as if I am in a trance. Our kite festival, latim and kanamachi play days seem to be lost somewhere with time!
It was decided to go to Gazipur Safari Park. From there, Nuhashpalli is associated with the memory of Humayun Ahmed. We set off with four friends. Leaving behind the noise of the citizens, a piece of leisure ran around our bodies. Leaving behind a rush of busyness, hustle, boredom, lifeless time. Today is our holiday.
Most of the day was spent in the safari park with elephants, wolves, tigers, lions, peacocks, crocodiles, fish, butterflies and cormorants. Let's leave the park before the event. Saeja pressed into a CNG without thinking
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