MAJESTIC NIGHT CITY AND THE SMELL OF BURNING TIRES

 Dhaka, the mesmerizing and vibrant capital of our beloved country has many names as the city of mosques,the city of brilliant food. But in my point of view, I'd like to name it the city with addictive nights. There are many songs about the whole vibe of  Dhaka and the simplicity of this amazing city. Dhaka unveils its true majesty as the day bleeds into nightfall turning into a whole tapestry of lights in some places of Dhaka dark abyss covers every inch but it still has it's own beauty.As the day gracefully gives way to the night Dhaka undergoes an amazing evolution as it gets quiet every second passes. In this amazing process as midnight emerges the city reveals a different sort of identity, inviting night dwellers like me to immerse themselves in the allure of it's beautiful calm persona.

                                     

     I learned to drive at a very young age and cars always fascinated me. We had a huge 3-story basement so I used to practice there, at one night around 2 o'clock 

I stepped my game up a bit and  thought about going out on the real roads for the first time.I was in class 9 then. I didn't have my driving license so I was a bit scared of what might happen if any traffic police caught me.As soon as I exited my building it was another dimension for me.All the roads of the area where I grew up felt different,an unfamiliar feeling came almost like a chill through my spine but in a good way. It almost felt like all the worries I had in my mind revolving around the upcoming exams or personal issues suddenly flew away. Life felt easier and it felt bearable. I rolled down my windows and felt the cold night breeze for the first time ever on open roads. The feeling is almost indescribable,I know every part of my area and almost every part of our city roads but that night for the first time ever it felt different. Alleys were like new roads to me, empty main roads felt like open fields

. Not a single soul in sight for miles but I wasn't scared at all.

I feel like darkness, whispers find their home, where stars often retreat and mysteries roam. Darkness is a canvas of untold dreams and enfolded secrets.

I remember it was a full moon night when I first went out at night. To this day I

still remember vivid details about that night. It was an amazing experience and I knew that I found a new hobby.

                                   

Driving always was an escape from reality for me, it was always a way for me to lose stress. Night drives elevated it to another level.The streets,like veins,pulse with life, adorned by a tapestry of neon signs that whisper promises of adventure and hidden tales waiting to unfold and amazing memories waiting to be made. From that night onwards I wanted to maintain my hobby properly.It was such a pleasant vibe driving around the open empty roads i almost felt like im getting too affectionate over this. Whenever I got the chance to go out at night I took my chance.I used to go out whenever my mom and dad were out of town or out of the country.I  used to call a few friends and we gather at our favourite spot in the middle of the night enjoying the beautiful night city. We fulfilled our midnight craving by going to nazira bazar a famous place where amazing foods are available all night.

                             

At first, I used to only drive around my area and the surrounding areas but as we grew up there were more night spots to discover and more empty roads to conquer.

Slowly more of my friends joined me for my night drive . More cars joined the pact. All of my friends applied for a license to drive together, so everyone had their hands on the license at the same time. The day we all got our licenses we decided that we should go to Mawa. Unfortunately, I didn't have my car then as my parents were out of town with it. We started our journey at 12 and had three cars on the journey. I drove one of my friend's cars. We always had safety issues in our minds, we never drove fast out of control, or to the edge of our limit, we never pussshed our luck. I had a motto saying "I'll drive safe because I want to ride again tomorrow".The long empty night road of Mawa felt like a never-ending journey, which is a dream for a patrolhead. With the sound of our exhaust, we roared to our destination. We had dinner there and sat beside the bank of the river for hours with the majestic moon above our heads. Certainly, a night to remember.

Nowadays we have car meets at midnight every 3-6 months, where all my friends gather and we roam around the night city .
Burnouts, doughnut drifts and the thrill that comes with them fascinates me and I'm sure it will keep me glued to the automobile industry one way or another in the far future.

I can write about a lot of our fascinating night rides where we faced unexpected challenges such as police issues and minor accidents. But despite all this driving around my beloved city helps me feel free, it's an amazing method of recreation for me.APJ Abdul Kalam said in his speech,"Now that I look back to my school days, I don't remember what grades I got in the finals, I remember all the fun I had with my friends".I think that when I grow up I'll need some amazing memories of my twenties to look back and smile to. Driving around my beautiful city helped me gather a lot of memories. The night city made me understand my problems properly, and I had peace of mind to think about the solutions to these problems, it actually made me a better man I think in terms of maturity.It helped me bond with my friends on a whole different level. The act of driving during the night becomes a therapeutic journey, where the monotonous becomes meditative,and the constraints of time and responsibility momentarily loosen their grip. In the driver's seat, one finds not just a mode of transportation but a metaphorical escape pod, facilitating a retreat from the hustle and bustle into a personal oasis of contemplation and serenity.