Morning walk with Dad

Had a walk this morning....(alone .. :( ...).Alhamdulillah..!! It can be called somewhat like a "Morning Walk" ( about 2 miles or so...) .....If I don't count the 4 days at ISSB at 2011..then this was after a gap of 18 /19 years after 1993 when I last joined my dad and younger brother on their routine 3 miles walk every morning ...Since, 1989/90 when I was 8 or 9, My dad used to have this walk almost every morning. My younger brother seemed more enthusiastic and energetic than me to join dad.... I still remember those every morning adventures through different routes such as, urban and rural roads , woods , by the rail-tracks, by the river as we’ve been in different parts of this beautiful country, Bangladesh... Among all those memories, here I am writing about a very interesting one .

One fine morning (most probably in 1993) we three started from Teacher's Training College campus at Kotbari, Comilla along the road to the famous Museum of Comilla. After a mile, we took a clay road beside Comilla Cadet College and continued the walk through a rutted, pitted, potholed hilly jungle. Dad was showing us different rare jungle trees and magnificent landscapes enthralling us all the way. We saw jungle, trees, paddy fields, small huts etc. I don't remember all. At one point we started climbing the highest hill on our way. Getting at the top I discovered that this was my very well known Military Firing Range where I used to come through the roads jogging with my school's BNCC platoon every Friday morning. I had just entered it from the other side that morning. We took that road to get back. On the way, I met a well known older brother of my neighborhood and got into his motor bike leaving my dad and younger brother behind. Looking back from the bike to say "See yaa... " I saw dad smiling at me!! Suddenly, I realized I did a terrible thing. I actually deprived myself from completing a family fun.......