I would have never realized about the value of a handful of mud if I hadn’t left my country, Nepal. I try to remember the instant right at the departure from my country, I had cried. Was it merely for the feeling of being apart from my parents? No……then why? The perfect answer is for being isolated from the land—after all it’s my motherland.
There is a chain of respect, love and gratitude between the land and my heart. So, when one end of the chain is cut off, other will be affected. If somebody tells me about any places of my country then my reaction will be as if I have visited those places even though I have never been there and they belong to me. This is because my birth land gives me the right to own it and I can proudly say, “It is mine.”
As I introduce myself to some land of Bangladesh, I found myself in a great illusion because not only my motherland, I began to love this land also. In all the way, land is my incarnation of the future because I am going to mingle with the land after my death. Have you ever realized from where the food you eat and the water you drink come from? Think once and then you will be acquainted with the immensity and greatness of the land.
I follow the land wherever I go. This is to say, I am shadow of the land.
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