Years had passed since Maya left the village.
Shalbon was still the same—green fields, quiet roads, and the calm river flowing slowly under the golden sky. But for Raihan, everything felt a little different.
He had grown up.
Now he was a writer. His stories were read by many people, and some even said his words touched their hearts deeply.
But no matter how many stories he wrote, one memory always stayed with him.
Maya.
Every evening, when the sun began to set, Raihan often walked to the same riverbank where they used to meet. The soft wind, the sound of water, and the orange light of the sunset always reminded him of those days.
One evening, while standing near the river, Raihan opened his notebook.
He started writing.
"Some people come into our lives like a gentle breeze. They stay only for a moment, but their memories last forever."
Suddenly, Raihan heard the sound of footsteps behind him.
He slowly turned around.
For a moment, his heart started beating faster.
Someone was standing near the old tree beside the river.
The figure looked familiar.
The soft evening light made it hard to see clearly.
Raihan took a few steps forward.
His mind was full of questions.
Could it really be her?
The wind moved softly through the trees. The river continued to flow quietly, as if it was watching the moment carefully.
The person slowly stepped closer.
Raihan's heart was racing.
And then, he heard a voice.
A voice he had not heard for many years.
"Raihan… is that you?"
For a moment, time felt like it had stopped.