The Untold Story of the Sangu River.

I woke up early in the morning and came out of the cottage. This place lies deep Chittagong hill tracts heart of Bangladesh, where only indigenous communities reside. As I looked out, I witnessed an enchanting sight—misty waves of clouds gently rolling over the Sangu River. Later, when I returned from a short walk, I saw a mother sitting quietly with her child by the sangu riverbank. I stood still, captivated by the scene. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. They seemed to be an extension of the landscape itself—so deeply intertwined with nature. In that moment, I felt a profound connection between humanity and the natural world, as if they were never meant to be apart.