The first light in Kashimpur.

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place; we remain there, even after we are gone. And there are parts of ourselves that we can rediscover only by returning.Pascal Mercier’s words capture exactly what I feel whenever I return to my countryside—a small village in Jessore, Bangladesh. One early morning, I wandered through my village, Kashimpur, as the first light of dawn gently embraced the landscape.
A woman, her animals, and their home emerged through the enchanting morning light. In that quiet, surreal moment, I felt something deeply personal: this is home.