Sometimes a road carries us to places we never planned, never imagined. During the monsoon, as I drove deep into Bandarban, the quiet, glistening road was suddenly veiled by clouds descending from the hills. Enchanted, I stopped my jeep and stepped out. In that mist, a vision appeared— a group of indigenous girls walking toward me, their laughter ringing like windchimes. I raised my camera; they met it with joy, then drifted past like a breeze dissolving into the mystic air. This fleeting moment, tender and magical, is the true song of Bandarban in monsoon—the reason I return, only to lose myself in its beauty.
The Song of the Road.
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