In March this Sunaganja visit to this place. The haor was not full then. But at that time a beautiful beautiful nature On the two side of the street there is a small market with a few shops. We had to wait a big tawa on the ground stove in front of the hotel. Ah! Poor, without oil, how the sun dried up. The cook was busy in order to order breakfast. The oil sprayed and gave up to four or five wings. Then, on the other side, the pressure on the pressure and the pressure on the oil melted patchy. Then, when the onion-raw chilli mixed with tawa left the scent, its scent spread so that the market spread all over. Sitting on the bench, eating the nashata gave up the breeze. Hawaar is rising. The shops in the storm jumped rapidly. We also took shelter in the car.
Gradually the wind blows stopped. How about a strange silence.
I was confused. Go to the front or return to Sunamganj city. A bicyclist came and told that many bamboos broke down in front of the street. I thought, this way we can not be returned. On the back road, surely the trees have been lying on the forehead, I decided to move forward. Takharpur reached the bus to continue. Destination Tangail Haor But the car will not be there from here. You have to go to the motorcycle riding a motorcycle. So sign up
