I went to Gazipur to celebrate the 31st night with my sister's-in-law's family. Although I had a great night, I had to leave early to catch my office. A train is still a chaotic but practical solution, after all. As the train approached the crossing, we could see the outside. It was heavy fog to start the calendar year—a cold one.
This bridge is the symbol of Sylhet. On the shore of Surma River.
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