Village is a place where i was born, where i learned how to live.
My village name is Tinchita. It is in the district Cumilla, thana- Daudkandi. It was officially established in 1972 after the war against Pakistan. There is a huge story behind the establishment of my village. My village is full of natural beauties. The beauty of my village can attract anyone. My village is heaven of trees. There are many kinds of trees are available there. The trees seem to have outgrown each other.
A river flows near our village. The beauty of the river will attract anyone. The name of this river is Gumti. This river is called the sorrow of Cumilla. I have many memories surrounding this river. When i was child, in every morning i would go for fishing with my childhood friends . We would return home with a bag full of fishes. The fishes are so delicious. In every Friday we arranged a party by fishing.
The peoples of my village are very friendly. They like to live get along. They all come forward, when anyone need help or face any problem. They are all hurt by one's suffering, which is not easily found in people nowadays. I feel proud, when i think i comes from there.
In every year, a Village fairs (Rural fairs) is organised by our villagers. That's also called by Bowl fair. This is a historic fair. This has been happening for the last 100 years. The activities of this fair last for three long days. Many people from the different places of the country gather at this fair.
The days of childhood fairs were really much more extraordinary. We used to enjoy these three days together with all the friends in the village.
Every moment which i was spent in the village was very special. I can't forget these day's until i had my last breath. The period i spend in my village was the golden period of my life.
I am very proud to be a part of this village. I love my village very much.
