Traveling With Fouji

এই পোস্ট টি বাংলায় পড়তে click করুন   The Call of Duty and a Morning of Echoing Memories As planned, I did not waste a single moment after waking up in the morning. Following the military discipline embedded in my blood, I quickly wrapped up all my remaining official paperwork. I couldn't afford to spend any more time in this magical kingdom of clouds—the eternal call of duty was whispering in the background. However, my heart was a bit heavy today. Just last night, I had reunited with one of my closest old comrades! Long ten years ago, we had endured the grueling hours of rigorous military training together. Sitting under the open sky, sipping hot steaming tea, we lost track of time as our conversation stretched past 1 AM. Opening the chest of old memories, countless stories of our training days, sweet rebellions, and the golden days of youth came rushing back! We laughed the hardest over one particular mischief. Every Sunday, while everyone else was busy getting haircuts or d...

  এই পোস্ট টি বাংলায় পড়তে click করুন  Umiam Lake left a deeply profound mark on my soul. Carrying a mixed emotion of a heavenly folklore and the silent sigh of the mountains, I kicked off my 'Dhannu' once again. The evening light was fading away rapidly. Moving away from the banks of Umiam Lake, my heart grew heavy with a strange nostalgia, but a rider cannot pause at one place for too long. So, with a heavy heart, I revved the accelerator, piercing through the foggy mountain trails toward my destination—Shillong, the Queen of Clouds By the time I entered the main city of Shillong, dusk had completely fallen. Along with the evening came a massive blanket of thick, white mountain fog. The chilly mountain wind was piercing right through my riding gear, giving me goosebumps. Carefully maneuvering my bike through the dense fog, I finally arrived at the literal heart of Shillong—'Police Bazar'. The Wonder of Shillong Traffic Discipline The atmosphere there was truly somethin...

                                                                        Dhannu Royal Enfield Classic 350 Signals—the bike of my dreams, whom I affectionately call ' Dhannu '. Since purchasing this machine, I have embarked on many rides, both big and small. But the story I am about to share with you today is not just mine alone; it is the ultimate dream of thousands of bike riders around the world. Yes, today I will tell you the unforgettable tale of riding through the Abode of Clouds, Meghalaya, and the Queen of Hills, 'Shillong Like every rider, I carried a sky-high dream in my heart—to twist the throttle of my bike along the winding mountain roads of Meghalaya. But in reality, I am a soldier serving the nation. Our lives are strictly bound by the rules of duty, making it incredibly hard to carve out time for...