Every story begins with an arrival and ends with a departure. Between those two moments, we gather memories, lose pieces of ourselves, and find new reasons to keep walking. Such is the nature of life: nothing is truly ours to keep forever. People come, seasons change, chapters close, and we learn that love, respect, and gratitude are often the only things that outlive distance.
As I reach the end of this little journey, I find myself searching for words that are worthy of farewell. Yet wordshas its limits. There are certain forms of kindness that cannot be described, certain debts that cannot be repaid, and certain people whose influence quietly becomes a part of who we are. They do not ask for recognition, yet their presence shapes every step we take long after they are gone from our everyday lives.
If these snippets have carried even a trace of honesty, hope, or warmth, they were never mine alone. They were born from lessons I was fortunate enough to receive, from faith someone placed in me when I had not yet learned to believe in myself, and from a generosity that expected nothing in return.
I have nothing to offer except silent prayers, that life remains gentle, that health never fades, that peace is always within reach, and that every act of goodness finds its way back to my dearest Bhai gave it so freely.
Today, I write my last snippet. I close this chapter not with sadness, but with gratitude. Endings are not empty spaces; they are quiet reminders that some people never truly leave us. They continue to live in our values, our words, and the way we choose to carry ourselves through the world.
And so, before I place the final full stop, I leave this entire journey where my gratitude has always belonged.This snippet series is respectfully dedicated to Shahriar Feroze Bhai!
The writer is a journalist, Times of Bangladesh
