Going Back to Home

One night, as the crimson moon hung low in the sky, casting a surreal glow upon the landscape, I felt an irresistible pull of nostalgia tugging at my heartstrings. It had been a long time since I left Phulbari, the small hilly town that had once been my home. The memories of that place, its people, and the adventures we had shared flooded my mind with bittersweet longing.

Phulbari held a special place in my heart – the winding streets, the majestic hills, and the warm-hearted people who embraced me as their own. But life had taken me far from there, and as the years passed, the call of my past grew stronger, pulling me back like a magnetic force.