A Backpackers story
“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.” — Anthony Bourdain.
I couldn’t remember the exact date when I started to love travelling that much. Since my childhood my parents moving around from cities to cities in a yearly basis because of job responsibility. New place, new people, new environment became my comfort zone. There are always some stories in a place or in people’s face. Again, I couldn’t remember I love to watch this people how they behave and how’s there reaction.
Bangladesh, a small country in Indian subcontinent. There is a proverb in my country, “People born, people live, people die. They change a lot but can’t find the sound of their heart”. But I always to listen those voice. I want to see them, their emotion, their lifestyle. I packed my bag take a deep breath and just vanish from my doorstep.
All I can remember, since 2010 I became a traveler to seek something from that sound of my mind. I always wanted to be in touch of people and I am in it. I love to see them, feeling joy to hear their inner sound, to take a snap of nature.
Through my journey I wanted to share my stories with you guys. How people are amaze me.
2013, I was depressed. Depression is a disease. I am in a point of my life that i feels like I am stuck. My world is getting darker. I am in a situation don’t know what to do. I am failing each and every time. Don’t know how ti stand up. I locked myself in a dark room. Going throw my work portfolio. I am searching the sign but failed in a bad way. I am scared, it feels like I am contagiousness. I might hurt others. But the inner sound of my heart teach me in this time I can, I can, I can.
One fine morning I wake up. I have nothing to do. I went straight to my rooftop. Take a deep breath and started smoking. After taking a very decision I am going towards that on the meantime I saw something odd. A girl was standing in the same rooftop and she is hiding from something. It makes me curious. I hide my presence and watching her closely. She was trying to do something. My full focus on her. After a month or two I was fully focused on something. She was moving forward. After a while I saw there was another girl in the roof and a cage in her hand. Two of them open the cage and free a bird. It’s feel like I am free, I stand up throw my cigarette and clap like a child. They got scared. They ran away. I was there feeling like what was I doing. My life goal was to create, help others and see a smile. Why I am standing here in my pajama.
I got down and went into my room, take my wallet and need to do some shopping. I bought a bag and return home, packed up and I was ready. I went out in search of my destination. That moment I am not thinking anything. Not my family, not my work neither my deadlines. All I am thinking, if I have to stand up I need to search out what I am seeking. If I want to help others I need to be with them. If I want to create I need to watch. If I need to make them smiles I need to listen to them.
I am standing right now, I watch, I speak, I think, I listen. There stories my stories all are the same.
(All the pictures are taking in my journey times.. I am still in a journey.. My life Journey)
