Going from Dim hill to Tindu, I saw clouds floating around like combed cotton. Once in a while, a distant fountain was seen through that cloud. Speaking of 2016, there were 8 people in the service team. On the night of August 4, the journey started from Dhaka for Chakriya. When we reach Chakraya, the sky is breaking and it is raining. The jeep left in the rain. Destination Alikadam. Some dry food and polythene were bought from Alikadam. Other essential items such as sandals, saline, first aid boxes, torches, matches, wax, small knives, salt (to get rid of leech), odoms etc. were taken from Dhaka. From here the journey begins again.

This time the destination is Dimpahar. The road from Alikadam to Thanchi (33 km) is the highest road in Bangladesh. The winding road on the hill is about 2,500 feet above sea level. There is a BGB check post on the way. I stopped at the egg hill.

Start trekking from here. The beginning of the brick laying path on the side of the paved road. However, after a few minutes of walking, the brick road ended. Slippery mud, filled with quicksand, sometimes high, sometimes low roads took a while to catch their breath. Come on this tour to challenge all the fears of mountain friend path, leech and uncertainty. A little rest, falling back, moving forward again. The green hills at the end of the rain and the play of the clouds were the perfect weapons to get rid of the fatigue on the way.

In this way, after trekking for about 5 hours, I once saw Tindu Bazaar in the late afternoon. Surrounded by markets. The three-storey wooden hotel on the banks of the Sangu River is currently the address. I would like to inform the readers that the furniture in the bamboo hotel rooms is only mattress. And there is only one common bathroom for everyone. Pulses, rice and eggs were found in one of the shops in the market at night. Tired of eating, everyone fell asleep while listening to the roar of the Sangu river.

The plan for the morning is to cross the river and cross the river. But the Sangu River has taken such a terrible shape that that thought has to be dropped. The thought of what can be seen in Tindu began. Residents said there was a large fountain a short distance away. But rainy roads are very dangerous. There was hesitation in the team. At the end, guiding a local, the three bravely set off in the rain. The other five continued on their way. As far as the purpose is concerned, you can't stay at home.

In the rain, there were many ups and downs, mud slippery mountain roads and we walked for a few miles. Tired and exhausted, the team got a big jhiri instead of a shower. The fatigue was removed by bathing. By then, more brave people had returned without being able to reach the fountain. The road there is submerged in water. Thus the first day was spent in Bandarban. The second day is morning. Let the rain-free sun shine. After crossing the Sangu and leaving for Khumipara, I discovered that I had lost my way. The guide was not taken to reduce the cost as it seemed easy to the people. Its fruit was also understood in the bones.

In any case, accepting the destiny, everyone stepped under the direction of the experienced Masood of the team. That travels to Bandarban almost every few months. From a mound about 15-20 feet high, I grabbed a tree branch and descended on a narrow path. I went after that. Because this path is caused by a waterfall. Indigenous neighborhoods are usually formed around a spring or a large stream. But due to the different opinions of various people, the first foolishness was done by leaving that jhiri and climbing the hill. It is a steep hill where zoom is cultivated and mango orchard. Ripe mangoes on the tree, they were not stingy to eat, because everyone is hungry.

But only I can walk? Rising and rising, there is no end to the path. The two legs become numb, the soul dies, yet the path is not seen. A little progress, a little break again. Hopefully, this understanding will match the path, this understanding will meet any human being. But as the saying goes, where there is fear of tigers, there is evening. On the way we came to a place where there was a narrow road on the side of a steep hill, a leech on the ground, a giant weevil full of trees on both sides of the road. Everyone was getting leech. And the road was slowly getting narrower. So narrow that if you go a little sideways, you go straight into a deep ditch.

Sometimes ripe pineapples were found on the road, like honey, but the mind was not wet in the hope of the path. Meanwhile, the fear of evening. Although I didn't find my way, I found another jhiri. Jhiri is not, like magic, instant fatigue is gone. I finally met an adivasi in that jhiri. I understood from him that he had gone astray. At the entrance of Khumipara, we were greeted by a strangely beautiful fountain. So fascinated by the beauty of that fountain we immediately went down into the water. Khumipara is a small clean village like the picture, surrounded by clouds.

We went to the village headman's house. Allocating one huge house for us. Kitchen with bamboo house. The artistic beauty of this house is unique. In the afternoon I had to talk to the children of the neighborhood without talking, because no one understands Bengali. The next morning the plan was to visit the village head with three giant (khum according to their commentary) fountains. I could not stand the pain in my legs since night. It was understood in the morning that paracetamol did not work. But the mountains are calling that. That Bunodak has a strange intoxication. Liability to stay at home. With the team that has to go out.

On a bright sunny morning, the procession is surrounded by greenery and fascination. However, the closer the path to the first fountain, the more inaccessible the road became. I understood that the leeches in the damp darkness of the dense forest were very much liked by everyone. So many leeches that could not walk, had to run. Leeches everywhere on everyone's feet and body. The striped tiger leeches are a little too scary. With this, almost like Tarzan, he took root in the first fountain. Nature seemed to be waiting for her beauty. Who doesn't think a successful human birth while sitting with his feet dipped in the water of this white fountain? This scene made me forget the horror of the path. Looking at the road to the second and third fountains, I felt like I couldn't come back to life.

The road to the third fountain was more terrifying, even more terrifyingly beautiful সুন্দর the beauty of the fountain. Keeping in mind these strong fascinations, I set off towards Khumipara. To know how beautiful the sunset in Bandarban is in the evening, the reader has to turn around and come somewhere like a Khumipara. I cooked the rooster at night myself. Before going to sleep, I was sitting on a high place in the yard and talking, I once felt the clouds touching us. That night was unprecedented.

After saying goodbye to Khumipara in the morning, I sailed towards Rumabazar. The boat trip was also a different affair. I left Ruma Bazar in a moon car for Bandarban city. This road trip seemed to be the honeymoon end of our journey. The experience of taking the winding hilly road in the moon car is like a roller coaster. As soon as the Nilgiris stopped, the clouds surrounded us. I stood in the clouds and hummed, you are the clouds of the evening too .... As the twilight lights matched, we too continued to move towards the mechanical life of the town of Chirchena. Waiting again for those friends to unite somewhere else.

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