Nature Changed by the Rule of Nature
Nature Changed by the Rule of Nature
Nature Changed by the Rule of Nature
It has been many years since I last traveled to a place situated in the southernmost part of Bangladesh. Today, I want to share this journey with you all. It was an unforgettable day, filled with moments of realization—how different life is between rural and urban areas. People living in cities can only imagine the beauty and struggles of rural life.
Over the last four days, I have visited four villages: Chandipur, Majerhati, Durgabati, and Noyabeki. The last two villages are located near the Kapotakkho River. Today, my uncle, aunt, and I started our journey from Chandipur by van. It took about 50 minutes to reach our first destination, from where we would take a boat for the second part of our journey. Upon reaching Durgabati, we had to wait for more than 80 minutes for the boat. Together with other passengers, we stood there, watching the world around us.
Sitting on a bench, I noticed a group of little children—both boys and girls—playing cricket. Curiosity drew me closer, and I started watching their game. It was fascinating to see their energy and enthusiasm. I sat on a concrete platform, made of bricks and cement, capturing photos of their joyful play. The simple act of taking their pictures brought me happiness, and when I shared the photos with them, their excitement was beyond words. Their laughter and delight made my wait worthwhile.
As I stood with my neighbors, also waiting for the boat, a cold wind swept through the riverbank. Everyone was wrapped in warm clothes, shielding themselves from the chilly air. To avoid the harsh wind, most of us gathered on the opposite side of the school building, using it as a barrier against the cold.
This was not my first time traveling by boat in this region, but something felt different today. The riverside had changed. The riverbank had eroded multiple times, expanding the river's width. The landscape looked unfamiliar compared to the past. Perhaps nature was shaping itself over time, changing in ways no one could control.
As we sailed forward, I took many pictures from the boat, capturing the scenery. The river had silted up, forcing the boatman to take a longer route. I have traveled this way several times before, yet every journey reveals something new. The boatman made occasional stops, allowing passengers to get off and new ones to board. When we reached Kasirhat, I knew we were close to our final stop.
The boat sailed along the right-hand side of the river, keeping close to the bank. Various trees had grown along the river’s edge, creating a serene, picturesque view. A man seated near me pointed out a large pipeline, asking me to take a picture of it. As we got closer to our destination, I spotted a bridge in the distance. Excited, I quickly tried to capture some photos of it.
Nearby, fishermen were casting their nets into the river, hoping for a good catch. This was a familiar sight, yet each time, it carried a sense of timelessness. The rhythm of life here remained unchanged, even as nature itself transformed.
Finally, we reached Podmapukur, our destination. We stepped off the boat and began our walk home. As I reflected on the journey, I realized that nature moves by its own rules. The world around us is constantly evolving, shaped by forces beyond our control. No one can stop these changes—they are simply the rule of nature.
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