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“You lit the fire. And then you left. But the fire is mine now. Even if it burns only in memory. Even if it hurts. I will not beg for the one who walked away from the warmth he created.”

She never lit another diya at that window. But sometimes, late at night, neighbors would see a faint orange glow in her room—not from a lamp, but from a small, stubborn flame she kept hidden in her chest. A fire that had lost its keeper but refused to turn to ash. bhalobasar agun jele keno tumi chole gale

“Why?” she whispered to the empty room. “You lit the fire. You taught me not to fear it. You made me believe in the warmth. And then you left me to tend it alone.” “You lit the fire