Now when I travel to the village house, I remember a terrible experience. This trip is entirely different from all the other trips, and I don't think I'll ever forget this adventure. It was the summer session; I was in a lot of danger with my bike on this trip.
First, my family left for the village the day before my brother's wedding. But we could not cross the Shimulia-Kathalbari ferry terminal by car. Because of the significant efflux of the river, the ferry could not run properly. Meanwhile, we needed to reach the vehicle. Because of the gold ornaments inside the car, which we will need for the next day's wedding, we were having a lot of tension. It seemed we could not go at one stage, but we could go the next day at 1 o'clock.
Then I got into another trouble. My bike fell into the hands of the traffic police that night. The village traffic police do not have modern machines to check everything. They say my bike is stolen. According to them, "this bike is new, but where did you get the number plate?" This is my first experience with the police, which made me very scared. And now I think I'm afraid. Through my brother, I got out of the hands of the police.
During that trip, I had an accident with my bike when the bridegroom came to our house on my brother's wedding day. Overtime brought me to a clinic. My mother became angry when she heard about my accident. For all these reasons, my brother's marriage was not happy. I got very sick due to the accident, and I returned to Dhaka on the same day for suitable treatment.
Finally, I don't ride bikes in town now. Rides bikes on very few ranges on village roads. And now, when I leave for the village, I find out if the ferry is running correctly. That trip has taught me a lot in my life.
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