Few days ago, I went to old Dhaka with Anindya. Anindya is one of my younger brother and one of my best friend. It was noon, when the sun was exactly over our head. It was really hot, we were burning up at the time. But we are Enjoying the time. Actually, we went to eat ''Haji Biriyani''. when we reached infront of that resturant, the resturant was close. so, we don't understnad what we are doing that moment...! Then we decided, we are going to ''Ahsan Monjil''.
It was the official residential palace and seat of the Dhaka Nawab family. Ahsan Monjil also called the 'pink palace'. The magnificant building is situated at old dhaka just beside the bank of the river 'Buri Ganga'. The exact location of the palace is at beside Islampur bazar. The construction of the palace was begun in 1859 and completed in 1872. Nawab 'Abdul Ghani' named it Ahsan Manzil after his son Nawab 'Khwaja Ahsanullah'. it was close day but we don't know. Then we are walking outside of the pink palace. Suddenly, we see a side of the river...! I have never seen the river Buri Ganga before. So I was interested to see it. I heard its too dirty, and its ecologically a dead river. But I didn't realize that it can be such dirty that I have seen that day. Man, its horrible, the water is terribly black, and it appears like a river of ink. And the hell, the smell of the river was so pungent that I almost felt vomiting. So, keep this on mind, if you are a river lover. 
So after overcoming all the disappointments we assembled from missing the opportunity to visit Ahsan Manjil, we started for najira bazaar, the place very popular for ‘Hajir Biriyani’- it’s a sort of teheri but called biriyani by the local people. It took another heck of a journey to reach our destination, but who knew then God had more plans to frustrate us. Despite of such popularity, the hotel was too mainstream. There were few tables each with four chairs without any luxury. People came and occupied their seats and right on time everyone was served half a plate of teheri. We had very high expectation about what we were going to eat, but we fell from sky after we had tasted the food. I wonder why people are so much excited about hajir biriyani. It was a total waste of both time and money, and of course, the most demanded for living in the city of Dhaka- energy. However we had our meal and rushed out of the hotel. We went to the TSC, a very memorable place for me. We witnessed the beauty of Dhaka, which could have been noticed very easily by all if the authority could maintain it. When the sun set completely we both started for our home, turning an end to our visit to the Old Dhaka. And the final journey, painful, yet blissful. So after a tough day, I finally discovered myself lying on my bed. My legs were numb. Tired and overwhelmed, yet I figured out it was a nice day.
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