I grew up in a village. In my boyhood, I came to study in Dhaka city, the capital of my country. Afterwards, I got my job and had to move from one city to another. This diversity, this change in life and lifestyle– like everyone else, affected me as well. It was like a never-ending quest to look for your past, a piece of green , a portion of my childhood. The way I see it, I am fortunate enough to fly, and fortunate enough to see my root, my village , my urban life from a different perspective. I can co-relate, I can mesmerize every detail of it. And at the end of the day, I’m capturing the memoirs of my reconnection. I am revisiting my country, my past, my childhood.