I’m a very simple, down-to-earth person — a soul that carries the scent of the soil, pure and unrefined. Even after living among countless people with negative mindsets, I’ve somehow managed to hold on to my positivity. Yet, in my personal life, I’ve been nothing short of a failure. I have this habit of staying away from people, especially those who have gone far ahead in life. I never call them —
I don’t want to disturb anyone. I’ve become so used to not getting what I want that I’ve almost forgotten how to want at all. I’m timid, gentle, naïve — a simple, clumsy soul living a life that’s the complete opposite of “smart.”
I’m one of those people society often calls “rustic” or “unsophisticated.” And yes, I proudly belong to that group. Nature mesmerizes me. Its innocence draws me in like nothing else. I love both the sea and the mountains. The vastness of the open sky and the endless ocean can lift my mood instantly — even in my darkest, loneliest moments. Evenings are my favorite time of day. Twilight feels as magical to me as childhood itself — especially when I’m near the sea. I love the rain — the rhythm of raindrops, the smell of wet earth. I enjoy getting drenched in a downpour or simply sitting on the balcony, letting the damp breeze kiss my skin. I love moonlight. There’s something profoundly soothing about a moonlit night and the open sky. I miss those school days when my friends and I would sit on the dew-covered grass in the school field, chatting away under the silvery glow of the moon. I’ve always had a restless heart — one that longs to wander. Traveling is something I deeply love. The sea and the hills call out to me time and again. Patenga Sea Beach, Kaptai Lake in Rangamati, and the Chimbuk Hills in Bandarban — I could visit them a hundred times and never get tired. If only I had the means, I would travel the whole world — to see, to feel, to breathe it all in.
