The warm soothing smell of ‘Khichuri’ wafts through the air as the earth soaks in the big droplets of rain that is quick to fill in all gaps of the cracked scorched earth. The land of six-seasons, many rivers and golden fields is at the zenith of its beauty during the monsoon. As the young boy quickly makes a run for his house with his cows, splashing mud and water, the old man sits on the wooden slab of his tiny make-shift tea-stall brewing scalding-hot tea for his bazaar-regulars. The conversation flits from religion to the upcoming wedding in the village, whilst the rain rages on- soaking everything in sight. Monsoons are beautiful, the pitter-patter of rain, poetry hanging low in the air- perfect time to head out to the nature and see it come alive.
As monsoon clouds begin to slowly gather in the blue summer skies, it is a fine excuse to hit the roads again. It is time for dense, creamy-brown-milk tea, ‘addas’ at the local bazaars, for leech bites and for walks in the muddy forest floor. Read on to find out some of the places you could visit around the country.
High hills, forests, myriad waterfalls-all make for a scenic get-away. From the rain-forest in Srimangal to the waterfalls and rolling hills of Jaintapur to the vast wetlands of Sunamganj, Sylhet is music to the nature-deprived. Simply sit in your bungalow and watch as lightning strikes and the tall Garjan trees sway in the cold winds. Srimangal is the perfect city for monsoon, where you can read your favorite book and when you are famished–sink your teeth in some warm khichuri topped with beef and Shatkora.
As you go North from Dhaka, the scene shifts from the busy dust-riddled streets of Dhaka to towering stark-green Sal trees in Gazipur and then on to the many myriad ponds serving as fish farms in the district of Mymensingh. As you keep travelling north, you will reach Haluaghat. Mymensingh locals say it rains almost every other day here and even in the stark summer heat, you are sure to find rain-showers gracing the area. With the hills of Meghalaya a constant company on side, Haluaghat is quaint and yet holds many adventures. The small local bazaars, the green mossy hills and old churches and the majestic Bugai River running through the town are simply breathtaking.
Although primarily a winter destination, Cox’s Bazar takes on an almost mythical quality as the monsoon arrives. The formerly tourist-riddled city becomes a ghost town apart from the locals slowly making their way about. As the sea becomes rough and the waves hit the shore harder- the city becomes weary and the pace of life slows. It is worth a visit simply to watch the rain fall on the busy murky-grey sea and to sink your feet in the wet earth. And if nothing else, this is the perfect chance for a ‘Dhallywood’ like photography session!
Go North young man! My first view of Tetulia was in the fading orange glow of dusk. With the clouds slowly setting, it seemed as though the clouds gained momentum and with a renewed frenzy they slowly began to rain upon this northern town. The faint light of the border lights of India danced with the rain and casted eerie shadows on the tea garden running by the road. The mornings here are similarly beautiful. Here, the Mahananda River runs by the city, the restaurants are small establishments with tin thatched roofs and have a simple rice, dal and beef curry on the menu. And as evening falls, take a ride on the highway, famed to be one of the most beautiful in the country.
Bangladesh is most beautiful during the rains. Even if you are watching from the window of your home, there is nothing like the wonderful rain washing over your city.