I went to khagrachari with sinking cold.Once i thought to retreat from the journeythinking of the cold weather.Then i determined for reaching khagrachari.We pass over knee-deep water of a river to reach our destination that is khamarpara.After arriving at khamarpara everybody started jumping in the river.But i did not step in the water in fear of catching morecold.So, i started to walk following the edge of the narrow Chengi river. The river was dying in cold.At the time of walking i noticed mosses in the river.But the mosses are not the mark of old age, rather they are as beautiful as the wildflower of hills.So, i loved the following mosses of the narrow river at my first sight.For that love, the next day i passed five hours at a stretch collection the small rocks and mosses from the river.As we live in the heap of concrete in city We are used to try vainly to present everything decorated. Perhaps the sense I carried from the city inspired me to decorate the rocks on Chengi river to bock off the flowing of the mosses. But that hardly succeeded. But, still after having some rest I tried again. I was really pleased seeing the respect the cluster of mosses conveyed to my perseverance. Another thing, working five hours with moss in its birthplace river my cold that I carried from the was flowed out.
