Bogra Momo Inn

An Evening of Laughter at Bogra Momo Inn

The memory of last night is still so vivid, like a warm glow that hasn't quite faded. Our evening tea at the Bogra Momo Inn Resort wasn't just a break; it was the highlight of the trip, a perfect capsule of friendship and peace.

Green Tea

The air had just begun to cool, carrying the sweet, earthy scent of the hills mixed with the delicate aroma of blooming flowers from the resort's garden. We found our spot on the wooden veranda—Saif, Abul Basher, and I—at a rustic table that looked out over the rolling, shadowy landscapes. Strings of soft, golden bulb lights twinkled above us, reflecting in our steaming cups.

The staff had just brought over a beautiful brass pot, the star of the show: a freshly brewed, fragrant Sylet tea. The steam rose in gentle curls, carrying a promise of warmth and comfort.

"Ah, this is the life," Saif said, leaning back in his chair with a contented sigh. He always has a way of summing up a perfect moment in just a few words. "No city noise, just the crickets and this amazing view."

Abul Basher, ever the enthusiast, was already pouring for everyone. "You have to try it while it's hot," he insisted, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Look at that color! Perfect amber. This is what proper tea looks like." He passed the first cup to me with a grin.

And he was right. The first sip was sublime. It was warm and slightly astringent, with a subtle sweetness that lingered on the tongue. We had ordered a platter of snacks to go with it—light, crispy pakoras and buttery, flaky patties that were perfect with green tea.

The conversation flowed as easily as the tea. We laughed about old times, the silly adventures we'd had years ago, and debated plans for future ones. Saif told a story from our university days that had us all clutching our sides with laughter, while Abul Basher animatedly described a scene from a movie he’d recently seen, his hands painting pictures in the air.

In between the laughter and the stories, there were moments of comfortable silence. We just sat there, sipping our tea, listening to the quiet symphony of the night, and watching the last hints of orange and purple vanish from the sky. It was in one of those quiet moments that Abul Basher lifted his cup and said, "To good friends and great chai. This is what we'll remember."

And he was absolutely right.

As the pot emptied and the night grew deeper, we felt utterly relaxed and happy. The chill in the air was no match for the warmth of the tea and our company. It was more than just a tea time; it was a moment of pure, unfiltered joy. A fabulous time, indeed, with Saif and Abul Basher at the beautiful Bogra Momo Inn.

Last night wasn't just about the tea; it was about the connection, the laughter, and the peace we found together in that little corner of paradise. A memory I'll cherish for a long, long time.