Labor of love

Some years ago as one of my friend put it this way that , a man works for himself only for sometime and after that he work for love , love for family and children.

 Working in the stone quarry with his son playing.

Few days ago I went to a village I saw mostly women and some men working in the field tending vegetables. In the midst of bountiful nature they look like , they are also part of the nature.Other activity in the village sand stone quarry.Men and women working relentlessly with hammer and chisel breaking boulders to produce stone chips.They work day in and day out just for sustenance.But yet they are all smile .They even invited me for lunch , hungry as I was, a simple menu of local rice , meshed potatoes ,egg fry, chilly pickle , cucumber and tomato salad , it tasted heavenly.I have seen people are happy when they work for love for their family and children . Attending their ailing parents and even sharing food with a stranger like me. Their innocence striking, smile infectious. They all know at the end of days hard work they will be with their families. Pain and tiredness vanish like magic only joy and happiness remain. Labor of love.

Bountiful nature

The Sylhet Connection

 My father originally hail from Sachayani,a small village in the Sylhet district of present day Bangladesh.Later my grandfather came to Sunamganj.My father completed his high school from Sunamganj govt school. Sunamganj ,a picturesque  small town on the foothills of khasi hills.On the bank of Surma river & also many a haor wet land enhance the beauty of the place.My father now in his early nineties becomes emotional when he recollects his childhood momories about his school, Sunamganj, its rivers ,its wet lands & of course fish. He had had his best fish dishes in Sunamganj only!

Sunamganj govt school

Jagannathpur   Lake