PRELUDE

Travel is gradually becoming my life .... Till now was noting down all the travel diaries on Facebook but now i do feel the need to maintain a blog . 

 We belong to Bangladesh  My grandparents ( from both side) moved to India during the partition . Having grown up with my Grandmom (Amma) I have heard both happy and not so happy memories of Bangladesh. I always wanted to see the house she spoke of, the school where my mamas studied and the field where my mom played ' Dariyabandha'. 

 My parents also wanted to revisit their childhood , which will of course not be a possibility for Baba anymore, So taking Ma with me to visit Bangladesh and relive her childhood , Baba you will see yours through my eyes. 

 Watch out for details of the trip here.

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