In search of my roots, we reached Bangladesh and thus discovered the Venice of East. Barisal was our destination and to reach our ancestral village called Gava, was our goal. Apart from this, tourism was our second purpose in this nation. I felt a strange affinity towards this place. It was once the same nation now separated by barbed wires. We share the same language and culture. It is the place where my ancestors thrived. My mind loitered around finding the reason.
On my second ‘Blogiversary’ I thought of writing a post on something which is very close and personal. I would like to dedicate this post to my Jethu (paternal uncle). I always love listening to stories. One of my best childhood pass time was to listen to stories. Be it a fairy tale, stories from Panchatantra, Thakumar Jhuli, adventure stories, ghost stories or the most interesting stories of my ancestors narrated by my jethu.