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Touring Spellbinds You and Turns You into a Storyteller

I discovered my passion for writing after I quit my day job. So I began to write fiction stories, self-help books, and articles, blogs, etc.


I had packed my carry-on and my big handbag. Then my Mom and I had stopped at a nearby friend’s place by car and taken them along to Kamlapur Railway Station.

Other girls and boys from our class were arriving at 9:45 pm when we were scheduled to meet to catch the 10:00 pm train to Chittagong city.

Kamlapur Railway Station and the Journey

There were both gentlepeople and people in rags at the station. The former meant to travel while the latter took a temporary refuge to sleep the night.

The guys got tickets for all of us, and we were going to travel First Class in a few minutes.

Sweepers here and there mopped the place and tried to maintain a clean and healthy environment.

We got inside the train and seated ourselves, excited to start the journey. Since it was nighttime, we knew we wouldn’t be able to watch much of the scenery outside from the windows.

We bade goodbye to our parents, and the guys made sure the girls were comfortable. Soon lights were turned dimmer for us to fall asleep.

But the boys wanted to have some fun. Sleep wasn’t a priority for them now. They played cards and sang songs in free voices along with the girls until they were not able to go on any further and therefore, retired to sleep.

I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t like home. The distractions of the moving train and noises inside and outside were too much but somehow I closed my eyes in an attempt to sleep. When I opened my eyes in the morning, I felt I didn't sleep deeply all night and felt very exhausted.

After another two hours, the train came to a halt. We took our belongings and breathed fresh air into our lungs after a long time. We were now going to journey by bus to go to the city center, get some rest at our booked hotel, freshen up, have a late breakfast and later lunch.

When we reached the hotel, I didn’t like the look of it. It was cheap, and the furniture and rooms were old. It was just one night we were going to stay here. So I consoled myself that things would turn out brighter the next day.

We got up from sleep the next day and had breakfast together. We put on new outfits and got ready for the journey by bus to Rangamati, our next stoppage.

It took us a while to go there, but it appeared that there was a transport strike going on in town at the moment. So we just stayed inside the hotel at Rangamati.

This hotel was tidier with cleaner bed sheets on beds and a more modern bathroom. After waiting for another day at the hotel for the strike to be over, we prepared ourselves to get on the bus again and resume our journey to Cox Bazaar.

It was a long, long journey. Rangamati was full of turns after turns of pathways, and the driver had to be careful to go on and on.

Finally, the turns ended. There were green trees and colorful flowers among pink, violet, and yellow, which added beauty to the mother nature.

It wasn’t until night when we reached the Cox Bazaar sea beach motel. The motel was very sophisticated with an aesthetic look. There were seven single girls on this trip- the four of us would be staying in one room, and the other three in a neighboring room.

Life felt lively again, taking food and rest and having a little chitchat. In the morning, we would go to the beach and have fun.

Journey By Train

Journey By Train

Journey By Bus

Journey By Bus

Stoppage at Rangamati

Stoppage at Rangamati

The Cox Bazaar Sea Beach

In the morning after I awoke, I had a headache and I threw up. I had a running fever and a cold. So I had to stay inside with medication. The other girls went to the beach and enjoyed the mojo of life.

One day later, I also went to the beach and wet my feet a little. The sun rays were warm and cozy. The blue sea waves crawled to the shore gently. It was an exhilarating experience.

There was an abandoned boat, and many of the guys and girls got inside it carefully and had somebody else snap a photo of us.

Next, I visited the nearby shops with the girls and bought little gifts for my family back home.

We took breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next two days by turns both at the local food shops and Chinese Restaurants and thoroughly enjoyed the food.

We set on foot from the motel to take a last view of the beach. We sat down on the watery sand some centimeters away from the seawater. It was much late in the afternoon.

The cloudless cyan sky turned crimson red with the sun about to set down. The seawater reflected this color, concealing its original blueness. It was twilight over the sky where the sun was going down, and the seawater enveloped in it, becoming a oneness with the sky. A little later the sun would be gone, and darkness would prevail everywhere.

The guys nudged the girls, reminding us that it was time to depart from the beach. Yes, we knew it was time to leave the beautiful beach view and stroll back to the motel. We may have left the beach then, but have carried within our memories the lovely scenery since then.

After we returned to our motel, we started packing up to begin our journey back home the next morning.

An Abandoned Boat by the Beach

An Abandoned Boat by the Beach

Our Return Journey

After sleeping the night, we awoke to the humming of chirping birds. We showered and put on fresh outfits and had breakfast. We got on to the waiting bus and gradually resumed our journey back home.

We stopped by Bandarban Park on the way for sightseeing. It was an area full of beautiful greeneries and a variety of flowers including tulips, roses, and daffodils. There were also pink-colored lotuses floating in the ponds.

There was a dangling bridge to cross over to the other side. We were scared at first but then we gathered our courage and crossed the bridge to the other side.

Finally, traveling again on the bus, we reached Chittagong city and then at the Chittagong railway station.

It was not long before we were seated again on a train to journey for another 10 hours.

When morning arrived, and the train came to a screeching halt, all of us took our bags and baggage carefully and went in scattered directions.

My family car was already waiting to pick me up and take me home.

Home, Sweet Home At Last

After reaching home, I found everyone busy with their day’s responsibilities and schedules. But my classmates and I were bunking classes at the university to have a good day’s sleep in the comfort of our homes.

It was a pleasant tour after all, despite all the obstacles, hurdles and challenges. Memories like this don’t often come to pass.

Therefore, I have upheld the thoughts and reflections of this trip close to my heart until today.

© 2020 Rosina S Khan

Please Leave Your Feedback in the Comments Section Below. I Would Love to Hear from You.

Rosina S Khan (author) on February 26, 2020:

Thanks, Manatita. I will take a note of it.

manatita44 from london on February 26, 2020:

There are writers here who really re-read their work. I have seen mistakes from everyone, including myself and the three people I will mention. But their work stand out, I suspect, because they prepare and re-read a lot: Linda Crampton, Linda Lum and Ann Carr. There are more. Use the Thesaurus, yes, but then re-read the work yourself. Peace.

Rosina S Khan (author) on February 25, 2020:

Thank you, John. Yes, I hope to get better and better in writing.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on February 25, 2020:

It's my pleasure, Rosina. It is pleasing to see you take suggestions on board and are always eager to improve your writing.

Rosina S Khan (author) on February 25, 2020:

I loved your feedback. I really appreciate that you showed some of my mistakes. I understand them now and will try to attempt at writing more error-free articles. I feel grateful that you took out time out of your busy schedule to read my article and give your feedback. Thank you so much, John.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on February 25, 2020:

Rosina, I enjoyed your account of this interesting journey. It is obviously one that will stay in your memory forever. I would change your second last sub-heading from "Our Return Back Journey" to just "Our Return Journey" (the word "back" isn't needed.)

Also where you wrote:"There was a dangling bridge to cross over to the other side. We were scared at first but then we gathered our brevity and crossed the bridge to the other side." You should change "brevity" to "courage" or "bravery."

Overall, good work.

Rosina S Khan (author) on February 23, 2020:

Thank you, Manatita for your constructive suggestions and generous comments. I really appreciate them. I will definitely work on the flow and impact of my writing.

manatita44 from london on February 23, 2020:

You tell your story well and show an eye for detail. That is obvious. You are also beginning to put it together in a cohesive form.

Read more of Billy's work, including his blog and also Linda Crampton's.

You are good on the content. Only a matter of sharpening your work to give it more flow and impact. Keep at it. Om Shanti!

Rosina S Khan (author) on February 22, 2020:

You show good taste in loving to learn about areas you have never gone to before. I am pleased to know that you enjoyed reading the story of my article and learning about the places we explored when we were at the university level. Thank you for your interest and kind comments, Linda.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on February 21, 2020:

This sounds like an interesting trip. I enjoyed reading about your experiences and learning about the places that you explored. I love learning about areas that I've never visited before.

Rosina S Khan (author) on February 21, 2020:

Thank you, Donna, for reading the story of my article with interest. It was a memorable tour from Dhaka to Chittagong going through stoppages. Yes, we all were safe and sound and enjoyed the journey despite delays and minor difficulties.

Donna Rayne from Sparks, Nevada on February 21, 2020:

Rosina, thank you for taking us on your trip, I was reading with anticipation what you guys were going to do next. Looks like you all had a fabulous time. Thank you for sharing!


Donna Rayne

Rosina S Khan (author) on February 21, 2020:

Thank you, Fran. I am delighted to know you loved reading my article and getting the point of my story. I really appreciate your kind comments.

fran rooks from Toledo, Ohio on February 21, 2020:

What a great story about your trip. And to enjoy the scenic sights and the beach! You are right, memories will stay with us forever, good or bad. People just need to learn to relax, enjoy the beauty surrounding us. Great article!

Rosina S Khan (author) on February 21, 2020:

You amuse me, Lorna. I am trying to improve my writing skills by pouring in details. I am glad you enjoyed the story of the article and appreciate your generous comments.

Lorna Lamon on February 21, 2020:

Such a detailed story Rosina and because of this I felt I was on the train with you. Even though you had some challenges along the way, they were outweighed by the enjoyment of the trip. Thank you for sharing this special memory Rosina - an enjoyable read.

Rosina S Khan (author) on February 20, 2020:

Thank you, Nikki, for enjoying the story of my article. I feel happy about it. Your comments are always appreciated.

Nikki Khan from London on February 20, 2020:

Great recollections of your college tour, Rosina. Loved reading them. Thanks for sharing from your heart.


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