My Roots

Human beings have roots but unlike the roots of the trees, they are invisible [অদৃশ্য] and lie in our minds. Our families, land of birth, relatives, our culture [সংস্কৃতি], traditions [ঐতিহ্য], or surroundings [পারিপার্শ্বিক] are our roots. It’s these roots that make a bond [বন্ধন] between us and family members, in laws, friends, and neighbours or even between us and the land where we were born and grew up. It’s our roots that develop our identity [পরিচয়] making us what we are. And wherever we stay, we have a continuous [ক্রমাগত] pull [টান] of our roots. Everyone wants to share happiness on different festivals with their near and dear ones. So, most of the people, who are living outside their home for different reasons have a strong desire [কামনা] to get back home during the vacations. As a result, there is a mad rush in the buses, trains, or launches for the home-bound people. This often causes transport accidents that take away many lives. However, it cannot stop people’s desire to meet their family, in laws, or friends. Due to this pull of the roots, people rush [অগ্রধাবন] for their homes in spite of serious hazards [বিপদ]. When we lose that bond, we become rootless. Human beings, who do not have any root or contexts [অনুষঙ্গ], do not have their own identity. Such persons are devoid [বিহীন] of values [কদর], humanity [মানবতা], and social responsibilities. They don’t know where they are from, and/or where they are heading towards. This often makes them feel empty [খালি] and lost. So, in spite of forgetting our roots, we should cherish it in our core [অন্তস্তল] of heart for our own existence [সত্তা].