This piece portrays picture-wise the vacations we had in our country when we were living abroad.
For our first vacation, we stayed at our Late Aunt's home and had loads of fun with our elder female cousins. There was such a close bonding among us, which I can infer now from looking at the pictures. It was my seventh birthday, and Dad called us to be ready to take pictures. We all got ready, prepared to be snapped by Dad. Our Aunt was living then, and she passed on only two years ago. It hurt so much to think she was gone from this world. Here are those pictures that I mentioned above.
For our next vacation, we went to Chittagong Cox Bazaar sea beach and stayed in the Shaibal hotel. From this hotel, we went back and forth to the seabeach, which was close by. That was years and years ago. We didn't yet know how to swim and just wetted our feet at the beach. There were many stalls here from where we bought mala and showpieces made from sea shells.
During this vacation, one day we got ready to visit a Buddhist temple nearby. After having a good breakfast, we set forth for our trip. At the temple, we saw Buddha statues and took photos near them.
On another day, we went shopping for Burmese dresses, which were designed T-shirts matching with full-length colorful skirts. This outfit originated from the Burmese tribes living in the hill tracks of Chittagong.
Yet another day we went on a long drive next to the beach and came to a halt, which looked like a small forest. It was very windy here, and our hair was blown away.
The next day we went to the Chittagong seaport. The following picture shows my sister and me in front of the port with a cargo ship in the background.
That was all about our vacation to Chittagong Cox Bazaar.
On our next vacation, we visited lots of relatives at their homes in the city. We also went to parks for fresh air and to look at the greenery all around. We took photos as usual.
On the following vacation, we went to the National Martyrs' Memorial in Savar, Dhaka. This monument was erected in honor of our brothers who had given up their lives in their fight to bring independence to the country. My family stands in front of the monument in the following photo. There were other grassy and flowery areas in the compound where we posed to take pictures.
This was our last vacation from abroad because the next year we were coming to our country for good to have a more disciplined schooling.
During our last vacation, we also went to Sonargaon. It was the old capital of Bengal in medieval times. It was renowned for muslin production and textile manufacturing. Tourists are attracted here by its mesmerizing beauty and the ruins of buildings and relics that date back to the Bengal area.
Our eldest Aunt and Uncle, cousins, and our youngest Aunt and Uncle were traveling with us. At Sonargaon, my parents posed in front of the enigmatic statue of cattle carrying bundles and bundles of bamboo while a man pushed the cartwheels. The following photo captured this scenario.
Lastly, on the same day, we went to our youngest Uncle's factory. There was a little lake, and we enthusiastically got on a boat to get a ride. My cousins, my sisters, and I enjoyed the ride very much. You can see the glow of smiles on our faces as we relished the ride. Here is that pic:
All the pictures in this write-up in which Dad was absent had been snapped by him only on his Canon brand camera. All the dresses my sisters and I were wearing in photos throughout had been sewn by our Mom. It may be mentioned that our brother didn't come into our world yet. Such were the memorable times we had as a family during vacations to our country from abroad when Dad was still in his vibrant health.
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