I'll share one of my lovely experiences with you today. I'm finally returning home from Mymonsingh today. For a few days, private is closed. I thus considered returning from my house. For me, returning home is always a thrill.

I did miss it. In Jamalpur, I live. In any case, the train is occasionally late. I have a ticket for the Jamalpur Express to Snigdha, seat number 38. So, to avoid going to the station and sit, send an SMS to check how far the train has arrived. After that, I will depart from the hostel. I read the message thoroughly and saw that my train was still running late, so I carefully packed my suitcase, paper, and belongings. After that, I arranged everything on my bed, took a seat, and got ready.

I messaged three times, but my train came when Gofargaon. Then I was chatting with my friend on Facebook today, and the train was very late. Then my friend asked if I had checked my message correctly because the train was never that late. So, I checked my statement properly again. Then I checked the time of Agniveena Express instead of Jamalpur Express, and I got dizzy and didn't know what to do. As I had everything ready, I took the bag without delay for a minute and quickly left.

The rickshaw, I said mama, it's time for my train. Take me quickly. Mama took me to the station in a rickshaw and took me to the station in 12 minutes. I got down to the station and hired a rickshaw. First, I asked someone who had left the Jamalpur Express. The train, he added, had just departed.

My heart was broken. I entered the station feeling upset and thought I would go by train to Agniveena Express, Jamalpur Express, and Agniveena Express. Entering the station, I asked a person what happened to Agnipina Express, and he said that Jamalpur Express had yet to arrive. Agnipina Special is too late. On the phone, I felt like my body returned to life, and then I asked some others about Jamalpur Express. Everyone told me that Jamalpur Express has yet to arrive.

At last, I am so happy. After waiting for a while, my train came, but the station was very crowded because it was a public holiday for three consecutive days yesterday, and everyone was going home, and the station was not going to stand. I went to the station and met my neighbour's younger brother, who was going home. Then, in the crowd, he helped me a lot to get on the train, and finally, I sat in my seat. At last, it's like peace. Now I'm just waiting for the time I'll go home.

After two hours of the journey, I reached my home. I felt filled with the sight of the house. After some time in that old house, I used to eat with my father and mother, and it was like the happiness of heaven. It's always nice to go home. I had returned home, and it seemed like centuries had passed. Thanks for reading my readings so carefully. The joy of returning home is genuinely different. It cannot be expressed by writing or saying. Only those who live outside know.
Best wishes to all.