Winter is here, but this year nature feels different. Usually, in our region, winter begins in October, fades in February, and lingers lightly into March. But now, in January, there’s fog and icy winds, yet somehow, our bodies are sweating too. Maybe we’ve harmed nature too much, broken its balance so deeply that now, no matter how much we want to, we can’t fix it.
I can’t help but wonder what this summer will bring for us.
It’s been a long time since I wrote here. Today, I felt like sharing a few lines. My workload feels endless, and my body is tired. Still, I try to keep my mind strong and avoid falling back into old traumas.
Little by little, I feel like I’m moving past my sadness and pain. I try to think positively, even though some days are exhausting. But I’m still holding on, still okay. Writing feels healing somehow. Whether anyone reads this or not, these words are here for me.
For those who read this, take my love.
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This is Jaflong in Sylhet, one of the most breathtaking places in Bangladesh. I had the chance to visit with a group of friends, along with the one I hold dearest to my heart. I can't wait to go back again.
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Good morning #nostriches!
It's raining heavily here. The sky is covered with clouds. It's actually the monsoon. How are you all doing?
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