Power of flute …..

Woken up tired at around 9:30 a.m., I took the shower before heading to the dining area to take breakfast. To my utmost pleasant surprise, I met a group of monkeys in the corridor. They were busy with something. I was not sure what to do. I did not want to be a reason of their anger. At the same time, I need to go to the dining area for breakfast.
This is the first time I came across with wild monkeys. So I decided to take some of pictures. They allow me to take three pictures before running away, possibly being annoyed by the flash of my camera.
By the time I went to dining area, the breakfast time was already over. Hotel boys were already setting the tables for lunch. But they were really kind to me and provided me with breakfast. This is called hospitability. There were plenty of items to choose my breakfast from. One of the items was ‘Sagu’- an item my grandmother used to prepare for me in my childhood. It is not a common item in our daily menu in Bangladesh. Therefore, seeing it in a foreign country after such a long time, I immediately became very nostalgic and decided to eat it in my breakfast.
I did not have any meeting or other engagement. After breakfast, I took a walk around the hotel. It was really very nice and serene area. I found many beautiful butterflies, listened to the sounds of so many birds that I haven’t come across before, and saw so many beautiful jungle flowers. They reminded me of the beautiful persons who are the reason for me to move forward with hope and determination. They are my daughters Tapur and Tupur, and my wife Farha.
I am always very fussy about food, not willing to experiment anything new. Farha told me to try some new food whenever they are available. In lunch today, I listened to her. I ate mostly the non-south Asian food. I even tried some Sri Lankan ethnic food. I did the same in the dinner too.
Our unit retreat hasn’t started yet. Therefore, I had plenty of free time. I had chatted with a group of colleagues for a long time after lunch. We sat on the grass and talked about a number of issues. I could not say that we had avoided politics in our discussion, but we did not let it to become the central issue. I felt really good by sitting on the green grass. I could not remember the last time when I did that.
In the evening we sat in the same place again. A hotel employee was playing flute. It really changed my mood. I became so nostalgic that my mind started visiting the paths of my childhood where I frequented a lot. I am staying in a hotel in the middle of a jungle in Sri Lanka, but my mind is visiting a village named ‘Dishabond’ in Bangladesh where I had my childhood. That flute really changed my mood…..