I don't know why I went to Canada, or why I choosed that part of the world to live happily ever after. Did I lived  a happy life there ? Is it possible to fiend the real meaning of happiness in one person’s tiny life !

Being borne and raised in a very typical Bengali middle class family on the other side of the universe, it was hard for me to even dream that one day I would be able to travel across the world. It still makes me crazy when I think that I lived in a city (Montreal) almost half of my living life !

During our childhood I can still remember that after school when we used to go to the playing field with other kid I often wondered just to see the birds flying in the sky. I wished that I could flay like them too. Can see the unseen, know the unknown. But my little soul never realized that after a long day all the bird must flies back to there nest.

That was there freedom. A freedom in a circle. A quest (maybe) for unknown in a known fashion. Am I missing something here ? Don't I forget to mention about those birds who migrates from place to place. Can they go back to the places from where they started there journey? Some may could, some may not. What about those who just don't know what to do next! Should they fly back and complete the circle of life(!) or stay in an unknown environment without knowing whether it is possible to survive or not! One day I asked myself, ‘to be or not to be’! Then bought an one-way ticket to Dhaka. The place that I always love to call home.