As the monsoon descends on the villages of Cox’s Bazar, the landscape transforms into a canvas of joy and nostalgia. In the small village of Patuartek, nestled along Marine Drive, the rains have brought a wave of unbridled happiness, especially for the children.
A heartwarming scene unfolds as rainwater fills the village ponds and lowlands. Barefoot and carefree, groups of children run across the muddy fields and leap gleefully into the water. Laughter echoes through the air—some rolling in the mud, others splashing each other, all united in the simple, pure delight that only monsoon can bring.
Locals say this is a familiar sight every rainy season. Teenage boys form playful groups, chasing each other with glee, yelling, and diving into the water. The entire village transforms into an open-air playground, where nature serves as both the backdrop and the playground itself.
The scene at Patuartek is more than just a glimpse into one village’s rainy day. It’s a powerful reminder of our childhoods—a time when rain didn’t mean traffic jams or wet shoes, but freedom, fun, and a deep connection with the earth.
This spontaneous communion with nature, so rare in modern urban life, awakens long-lost memories even in the hearts of grown-ups. As the children play, the monsoon becomes more than just a season—it becomes a celebration of life, laughter, and the innocence of youth.
By Abdur Rashid Manik
Photo: Hussain Shetu
