I was born in a middle-class family in Mymensingh district, Bangladesh. For last nine years. I have been living alone in Dhaka city due to educational and now for professional purpose. My parents live back in Mymensingh. I am their only son. I miss them always. Being a photojournalist I don’t get much free time. I always have to keep attention for upcoming news events. I love my Job; I want to get advanced in my career and simultaneously I miss my home a lot.
My father is a government official and mother is a housewife. They come to visit me sometime. We also communicate over the phone regularly but none of this transient appearance can fulfill my demands. I want to be with my family, want to enjoy moments with parents, want to share my feelings, want to help them in their daily life and absolutely don’t want to miss them.
It seems the divider is “reality” that keeps us apart. I wander place to places. I search for home, I keep remembering days with my parents and it’s so nostalgic. I know “home is where the heart is”