HELLO EVERYONE,
River break is like a nightmare. Weaving a thousand dreams When people build a new nest, the river breaks those dreams away. The soil is lost due to river erosion. I have heard stories of thousands of rivers breaking. I heard from my grandmother about the horrors of river erosion. Many times I felt pain in my heart after hearing the story of the horror of river erosion. It felt bad to think about the helpless people. River erosion is a nightmare for people. The dreams of thousands of people are lost in the river's play. Their well-being disappears. Or the will to live. When you go to the river break areas, you can see people crying. When they lost their last possessions and looked at the river like a helpless person, maybe nothing could understand how their dreams had disappeared in the river bed.
So far I have only heard the story of the river breaking. Today I realized his sufferings. Some time ago I visited some of our land. These lands belonged to my grandfather. Those lands were not cultivated for many years. Several lands were lost to the river bed and several lands remained. Since no one went there much after grandfather died. So the lands fell. And father was out before due to work. It has not been cultivated for a long time. So the father cultivated corn on his own initiative in about 15 bighas of land. And two bighas of land cultivated green chillies and brinjals. As these fields are very far from our house, people left and started cultivating them. A lot of money has already been spent. It was not an easy matter to drag everything out of the city and cultivate the area. But the yield was very good. I also visited there some time ago. And I shared those moments with you.
The days were passing well. Father was moving forward with a new dream. Had many dreams about those lands. He worked tirelessly thinking that there will be many crops. He visited the lands in the morning and evening. Even if he worked with people, the father also had to be there and look after him. Wanted to get the result of tireless work. But disaster broke the river and ended everything. In the morning of Eid, the father suddenly received a phone call. All is over in the river break. Dad quickly went there with his motorcycle. Seeing his arranged dream lands are going to the banks of all the rivers. There is nothing to do but watch. His dreams are floating away. And the crops of his dreams are disappearing.
When one sees such a scene in front of one's eyes, it becomes difficult to control oneself. Perhaps it seems that if one could dissolve oneself with this river break, one might find some peace. Seeing your dreams shatter before your eyes makes your heart cry. At that time I gave a video call to my father. He could not look at his father's face. My heart cried out to see his helpless face. I could not say anything. I was just looking. I also lost the language of comfort. It was as if no words were coming out of the mouth. It was painful to see how the dreams were ending. The big waves were breaking and taking away those lands of dreams. Seeing such a scene in front of his eyes, father was speechless.
Sometimes in our life there are some terrible moments that become difficult to accept. Maybe this terrible moment has come in the life of many like us. Who are mainly the people of the riverside area who have no place to live. Having lost their last possessions, they are wandering from door to door. Thinking about those helpless people makes me feel worse. Only when you feel your own pain can you understand the pain of others. Maybe the crops of our dreams have disappeared and so have the lands. But there are people who have lost their homes. In one night became destitute. He lost his head. Finally, I want to say one thing that the creator should not give people this terrible suffering. No one should become destitute in the middle of the game of breaking the river.
