Shahruq Hossen

The Monsoon Lullaby. AI-Generated.

Late one monsoon evening in a quiet village on the outskirts of Dhaka, a young teacher named Leila made her way home through winding mud lanes. The rain had eased, leaving the air thick with the scent of wet earth and jasmine. As she passed the old banyan tree that marked the turn toward her house, she heard the faintest melody drifting on the breeze—a lullaby, sung in a child’s voice.