The lemonade woman.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the crowded capital, Dhaka, deep within the lush green landscapes of Bandarban, I encountered an Indigenous woman holding a boat at the edge of the Sangu River, surrounded by a strange, green lemonade light.Seeing her, I felt as though the world were filled with an extraordinary light, its green essence spreading through the valley and floating in the air. The scene felt wild, mysterious, and almost unreal, as if nature had painted everything in shades of green. I wished I could become a blade of grass in that green valley, quietly swaying in the breeze, becoming one with the land and its magical light.