It was early morning as I wandered alone along the Sangu River, in a remote corner of southern Bangladesh near the Myanmar border. A solitary boat slowly disappeared into the vastness of nature. In that quiet moment, I witnessed something astonishing—timeless and rare. Knowing this land has existed for thousands of years yet remains largely unseen by urban eyes, I realized that fairytales still exist in Bangladesh.
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