I feel glad that I will be traveling 10 hours in a non ac bus to one of the remotest area of Bangladesh. Shayamnagar Shatkhira. Best part Sundarban. I am only too glad to realize I will wake up to a foggy morning to sip hot tea by the Shushilon balcony. I can walk few miles on chilled winter morning and ride on a boat. I love the part that I can read a book with Mohiner ghoragulo plugged to my ears and enjoy solitude. I can visualize myself riding through the dying mangrove. Through bamboo shrubs and tall grass and a playful day moon I shall ride. As if I am riding to eternity.