How is everyone? I hope you are all well. I am also well, Alhamdulillah. I have appeared among you again, with another new post of mine. Let's start-

Every moment of our life is temporary. Moments change with time. Accepting this extreme reality of life, we continue to walk our path of life. I think the world is a temporary residence of our temporary life. Which ends only with death. Due to the urge of necessity, we keep changing these temporary residences of ours again and again. Sometimes I am growing up lying in my mother's lap, and after a few days, I am getting used to leaving the illusion of my mother's lap and living alone in an unknown city to fulfill my dreams. Life is going quite well in the meantime. Continuing like this, one day I will have to leave the illusion of this world and go to the other side. I have to go, even if it is necessary, we get busy decorating the world. Anyway, that's another story.

Those of you who read my post will know that I came home last week for a semester break or vacation. My vacation will end on the 27th. For this, I have to leave for Gazipur again. Although I wanted to come to Gazipur the day after yesterday, I did not leave the house due to my mother's prohibition. That is why my father bought a bus ticket for yesterday. The bus will leave Kumarkhali at 7:30 am. I woke up at 6 am. It has been very cold for the last few days. Still, I had to get up because I had to catch the bus. Sometimes I feel like a guest in the house. I no longer stay in my village house for more than 7/8 days. I have to come to those buildings in the cities again. That is why I have named my post today Temporary life, temporary residence. Most of us do not have a proper residence until death. For various reasons, due to jobs, we have to change places again and again.

Family lives in the village, and we ourselves have to live in other cities. I left home at 7 am with my father. Then I went to the bus stand. Surrounded by fog, while everyone was sleeping with blankets, I left home and set off for Dhaka. The purpose of buying tickets so early in the morning was so that I could go to my mess by noon. Our bus left on time. After boarding the bus, it felt a little colder because all the windows were closed. I tried to sleep a little after boarding the bus, but I couldn't sleep. I made phone calls for some time. Within a few hours, we reached the ferry pier to cross the ferry. The fog on the river made it difficult to see far. And there was a strong wind. I couldn't stay out of the bus because of the cold wind, so I got off the bus and sat back on the bus.

It took us about 40 minutes to cross the river on the ferry, then we got off the ferry and started our journey again. I got off at Savar, Nabinagar. From there, I boarded another bus to go to Gazipur. It takes about 2 hours to reach Ghazipur intersection by this bus. Then I take an auto to Duet Gate. From there I walk to my mess. It is 2 pm. After traveling for 7 hours, I reach my mess. This is my temporary residence to organize my temporary life.

The life of each of us is like this. We have to adapt to everything and move forward in our lives. Today I have tried to tell you the story of coming to Dhaka from home in a slightly different way, I hope you all liked it. Everyone stay well and healthy. I will see you again with a new post of mine.