When I was a child, when I heard from my father that there was a demon city across 7 seas and 13 rivers, I used to dream that one day I would also go out to find the demon city on a bird king horse, smash all the demons with a sword and snatch the princess. But flying horses don't exist in reality. Later, when I read the story of Sindabad's travels in an Arabic novel, I thought that a flying horse was a ship. While crossing the sea by ship, I would mistakenly think of a whale as an island and climb on its back, from there I would tie myself to the legs of a huge rock bird and go to an unknown place. It seemed much more fun to ride a ship like Robinson Crusoe, cross an unknown vast body of water, fall into the clutches of pirates, and survive on an unknown island by eating coconuts, fishing, and hunting. Or get lost on an island with a friend like the Blue Lagoon. When I think of going out on a submarine like Jules Verne's Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, the hairs on my body still stand up with excitement. How long has it been since I thought it was so much fun to escape death in an unknown sea on a broken boat like the three detectives' Athai Sagar? Or I will go down to the sea on a boat like the Mutiny in Bounty. I will be a scoundrel but intelligent captain. Everyone will be looking at me. How can I cross this turbulent sea and save their lives? Or I will escape to an unknown sea, an unknown island like Papillon. I will become a pirate and roam the sea in Rafael Sabatini's Black Swan.
But this childhood dream, excitement and reality are very different. When I get out of the internet and see the rain from the balcony with my naked eyes, it is not only a luxury to see it, but it is also ridiculous to imagine a lifeboat lost in an unknown vast body of water. However, when I heard that a team would cross Bangladesh by river in a launch and that they would cross more rivers than the thirteen rivers I crossed in my childhood, my childhood adventure-loving mind was awakened. The rivers of the country are not as vast as the ocean, but they are not very small either. When I heard that no one had ever done this on this route before, I found it very interesting.
Although it is impossible to get lost somewhere in this era. But even then, it seemed that our launch could get lost in the middle of a river in a deserted area where there is no mobile network. The engine of the launch's small boat would also be broken. The only way was to take that small boat and cross the river with a small boat and go to the locality to get help. Meanwhile, the sky would turn black and a storm would start soon. No one on the launch would have the courage to cross a turbulent river like the Meghna in this storm. I would stand up with my chest up. I would take the boat out in a strong storm.
It could also happen that the launch lost its direction in a strong storm, came to a deserted char and got stuck. It will take 2-3 days for help to arrive. We will live by catching fish in the river and burning them on fire for these two or three days.
I imagined several more such accidents where I was the only savior. If only I had joined the team with so many adventures in mind.
Today has been 4 days and not a single bit of my imagined adventures has happened. We are moving forward very smoothly. Of course, now I want my imagined accidents not to happen because we have a very cute six-year-old baby with us and I don't want any danger to him. There are several old happy couples. Although in the case of couples, happiness does not go well with old ones, but seeing them makes me think this theory is wrong. Seeing them, I miss Sonia (I swear by Sonia, this is true). I met many new people of different ages and personalities. There is nothing to do in the launch except looking around, so I am passing the time by playing Uno and Ludo with new friends. If my imagined adventures do not happen, then another day will be enough. One day, I will set out alone in a sailing boat, with a little food and a net, on a journey to the unknown.
