|Cotton trees, paan gardens and the mountains, on a road east of Teknaf.|
“It’s difficult to say what decision I would make,” says Ataur Rahman, officer-in-charge of Teknaf police station and a man clearly used to making decisions. “I’ve never had to face such a situation. Only if I did could I tell you what the decision would be.”
|Cotton tree pods.|
|Teknaf was once remote, barely accessible by road.|
History says after settling into the residence in the police compound Bhattacharya found there was little to do. He idled away hours roaming aimlessly. He routinely sat in his rocking chair on the veranda, relaxing.
|There wasn't much to do but roam and see.|
|Ma Thin's well, in the police compound, used to be the only well in the area.|
In the course of each day the local Rakhine women would arrive to fetch water. It’s fair to say that in their colourful blouses and thami skirts they were pleasing to a police officer’s eye. Their lively chitchat brought cheerful enthusiasm to the compound, to resonate as far as the veranda.
|Ma Thin's well. Preserved as a symbol of love.|
|Boats moored in the Bay of Bengal south of Teknaf. The coastline is Myanmar.|
|The Naf River, to the north of Teknaf.|
|A chilli field, east of Teknaf.|
In any case, Rahman is uncertain that being a movie star would be a better job than a police officer. “The two careers are like sweet and sour, both good but entirely different.”
This article is published in The Daily Star, here: Teknaf Police Station, A Love Story
|Love. Who's to say it couldn't happen again?|