The Diary Game || date: 08.05.2025 || I was inside the Tangail Judge's Court for a while today.

Assalamu Alaikum dear, Greetings to all from my motherland Bangladesh and a warm welcome to my blog for another session on the topic of my daily lifestyle content.

I woke up early in the morning, brushed my teeth, then freshened up, performed ablution, went to the mosque and prayed. As I was walking back home, I saw a few stars in the sky, which disappeared in a short while. Then, after coming home, I had a small breakfast in the morning and set out for Tangail city. I had some important work to do in Tangail city, so I went to Mirzapur bypass in search of that work. From there, I boarded the bus. The front of the bus was closed by an iron gate.

A bus driver had an iron gate behind him.

After a long time, I have to travel by bus. I prefer to travel by bike most of the time. So since I don't have a bike today, I started my journey by bus. The road towards Tangail city seemed to be endless. The road was very nice, although there were no traffic jams on the roads. There are no traffic jams on our Dhaka-Tangail highway from Mirzapur to Tangail.

Only on the road from Mirzapur to Dhaka, there are traffic jams. There are huge mills and business and educational institutions on our road from Mirzapur to Dhaka. That's why the roads are jammed due to the high traffic of people at work. However, the road where I will go is never jammed. See the picture below, the highway road was very clear.

Empty highway in the morning

Bus rent	BDT 30 Taka	2 STEEM

After about 40 minutes, I reached Tangail city. Then I got off the bus and walked to my elder brother's law chamber. Where he is employed as a court lawyer. My brother said that he would take me to the main courtroom today where the case is heard. After a while, I went there and sat down. I saw a few litigants sitting on old wooden benches, some staring blankly at the ceiling, some with worried eyes and faces.

As soon as I entered the main court building, I could hear the sound of turning over papers, the rattling of the clerk's pen, and the lawyers trying to organize their arguments in low voices. A senior advocate in a black coat was walking along the corridor with a serious face. Another, a relatively new one, was standing in front of the door waiting to answer the call of the case. An old typewriter placed on a small table still stood as if a witness of time.

Inside the courtroom

I stood quietly to one side, feeling that this was not just a court, that countless stories were being developed here every day. Sometimes justice triumphed, sometimes failure was covered in sighs. The clear echo of life was still murmuring within the old rules and structures. The light gray color on the walls and the slowly rotating fans under the ceiling seemed to be witnesses of long-ago days.

There were some wooden benches in a designated area for witnesses. Some of the old paint had come off but were still strong. There were a couple of people sitting there, some clutching a file, some with tension in their eyes, and some quietly looking at the judge's room in front. A fan was spinning overhead so that people wouldn't feel hot.

Wooden bench for witnesses to sit on

Temperature resistant fan

On one side of the room was a wooden bench for witnesses, and on the other side was the dock. Yes, that old wooden dock where the accused stood. The wide wooden boundary, with a sloping wooden railing above it, created a vague boundary between the people and the judge. There were no people here at the moment, so I was able to take pictures.

The fans were slowly spinning overhead, but the heat and tension of the courtroom made the air heavy as if regretfully. The judge was sitting in his high chair, squinting at the paper. I sat there for a while under the fan because I was feeling hot. My older brother, the lawyer, was taking care of whatever work was on hand. I took pictures of the dock next to him.

The dock for the defendants to stand

After praying at the mosque, my elder brother and I went to a nearby restaurant for lunch. Then, after resting for a while, I returned home. After spending some time there, it became evening. Then, my elder brother and I went to Tangail city to shop for some things. When it was time for prayers, we prayed and bought some things.

Then, at night, we were returning home from there. The city of Tangail at night looks beautiful. There are numerous lightings overhead that have enhanced the beauty of the city. Numerous lightings were installed one after another in a serial manner. We were taking a rickshaw along that road, which is basically the lifeline of Tangail city. This road is called District Sadar Road. Below I have uploaded YouTube link scenes of Tangail city at night with my voice.

GIF videos of night view