The Diary Game || date: 20.04.2025 || Eating betel with a surprising flavor.

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.

The day started in the name of Allah, so I woke up and brushed my teeth. Then I performed ablution and prayed Fajr. In the meantime, the phone charge was complete, so I picked up the phone and checked the notifications of Steemit. As soon as I opened my eyes in the cool morning air, my mind felt a little different. There was nothing much to do, so I thought let's go for a walk. Suddenly, my cousin called me on the phone, let's go to the market, let's take a walk and have a cup of thick milk tea, the day will be filled. There was a small tea shop at the corner of the market alley. The shopkeeper aunt was serving thick milk tea with steam rising in glass cups. We both took a cup each.

Picture of milk tea

2 cup milk tea price	BDT 20 (local taka)	1.42 STEEM approx

The first kiss seemed to awaken both body and mind. The milk and sugar in the tea mixed together in such a way that it tasted like home-made. The hustle and bustle of the market around and our carefree walk made the moment extraordinary. I like to stay in quiet places most of the time, but sometimes I like to wander around to refresh my mind.

I drank a cup of cold water as soon as I returned home from the market. The sun's rays had not yet risen, but my body was feeling tired. After standing for a while, my eyes fell on our old jackfruit tree standing in a corner of the yard.

The tree is a kind of member of our family, it has been standing there since my childhood. When the season comes, the branches are filled with jackfruit. When I opened my eyes, I saw a small jackfruit hanging down, but it had somehow become soft and black at the bottom. It seemed that it was not ripe, but rather spoiling.

The small jackfruit cobblestones have rotted

I felt a little sad. I thought, oh, such a beautiful jackfruit tree could have been saved if I had taken a little care of it. As I was about to remove my disappointed eyes, I suddenly saw a small jackfruit tree born in a corner behind the branches. It was so full of life, as if it was seeing the light of the world with a new hope of life.

I felt a strange peace when I saw that small jackfruit tree. It felt like the old might be destroyed, but life doesn't stop, something new always comes. My heart became lighter again. I told my cousin, you see, jackfruit trees are like us, no matter how old memories fade, new stories are created every day.

Jackfruit's childhood scene

Then in the afternoon, I freshened up and went to the mosque next to us to pray. Then I came home and had lunch with everyone and rested for a while. The afternoon light was getting a little dim, but there was a smell of excitement in the air. While sitting at home, I suddenly heard that there was a senior vs. junior football match in the neighboring field today. Hearing such news, I could not sit still any longer and went to the field.

When I reached the field, I saw that everything was bustling. There was some kind of excitement on everyone's faces. On one side, the junior team was warming up in light jerseys and lively faces, while on the other side, the seniors were preparing themselves calmly with experience. A ball was in the middle of the field and the crowd was cheering around.

Senior vs. Junior football is being played

The audience is sometimes cheering the juniors and sometimes applauding the seniors for their perfect passes. I sit quietly and watch the game, but the pages of nostalgia are turning inside me. I am reminded of my own childhood when I also scored a great goal in such a match on the field. Anyway, I prayed at the nearby mosque and it was evening.

I was walking along the road and suddenly I saw a lot of people with beards gathered in one place. What caught my eye were his betel leaves. Each betel leaf was beautifully wrapped and he had arranged some betel leaves in such a way that they looked like small love symbols, like love symbols. We call it paan in the village language.

Making a love shape with betel

The words in front of the shop read, Love paan, may love be fragrant. I stood for a while. The shopkeeper saw me and said, Do you want one? It's not for lovers, it's for any love, it's for a friend, mother, brother, even for myself. I smiled and said, Give me one, I'll take it for myself. Although the shopkeeper was still busy sprinkling lots of spices on it.

Various spices have been added to it

The paan seller's hands are like those of a magician. He takes his time to make each paan, but when he hands it to someone, he adds a story to it. I was surprised to see a paan shop, but there are rules, discipline, and a little drama here. The smell of mixing spices, the look of hope on the faces standing in line, and the smile on the shopkeeper's face, the whole place felt like an evening theater. I also signed up for the serial. While waiting, I realized that this paan is not only giving the taste of time and the story of people. Every life is bdt 20 taka (local) in Bangladesh, which is 1.4 steem approx.

Being sold to the public

I stood and took a spiced paan. Light menthol, a little rose water and a little chocolate chips. I put it in my mouth and a strange taste of sweetness and cold touched my lips. I walked back with that mix of spices in my mouth and the story of that afternoon and evening paan seller in my mind. Where paan was not just a little food but in each flavor he mixed human love, memories and feelings wrapped in a small leaf.

After that, I spent some time there and came home and charged my phone. Then I got busy turning on my laptop and curating posts. Some time passed like this, then I ate a little food at night and went to bed and ended the day like today and fell asleep around 11 pm.

Photography Details 📸

Camera used	Mobile Poco M2 Pro
Location	Dhaka Bangladesh.
Subject	Photography
Photographer	@max-pro