One day I will find leasure

One Day,I Will Find Leisure

(SA)

There was a time, you know? When I used to gaze at the vast sky in the darkness of night. There was also a time when power outages brought beautiful moments. Do you know how the night sky looked back then? It was as if every nook and cranny was filled with stars.

But now? Even the stars seem to have retired, perhaps because no one notices them anymore. The full moon too now tries to hide behind clouds, afraid someone might see it.

People today seem to be trapped in a cyclical whirl. The whole day feels like a race; the whole night like a sleep-filled rest. These days, to get a little pause, a little leisure in life, people seem to have to taste death. Amid the concrete jungles of today, peace plays hide and seek with us. So many brick walls—finding peace is rare.

Did you know we didn’t have fields to play in during our childhood? There were only forests and woods. But a forest didn’t matter—we didn’t need designated playgrounds. We could turn any place into a new play area each day.

But now, tall buildings have become the only hide-and-seek grounds for little children. Even that joy is fading. The environment has become mechanical—no freshness in the air, only the smell of cement and sand, discomfort.

Our childhoods were so delightful, do you know? Trees were abundant. In every season, we would see new flowers and fruits blooming. And whenever we saw ripe fruits on trees, sticks would appear in our hands as if by magic, to knock them down.

But today, where will you find such trees? Those giant trees have all been removed by these even larger buildings. Artificiality has taken root so deeply in people that it now feels normal.

Yet in our time, the environment was so pure and natural.

Back then, we didn’t have today’s tall buildings. There were just small tin-roofed huts. Because people then had a bit less greed for wealth. In those huts, the pitter-patter of rain could be felt so clearly. In that sound, we could curl up and sleep for hours.

Ah, how peaceful those days were! Now, brick walls act as barriers to the natural rhythm of rain.

When the summer storm—Kalboishakhi—arrived, all of us, young and old, would run under mango trees. We would race to see who could fill their sack the most, who was the best at collecting fallen mangoes.

But now, when the storm comes, you race too—but to shut your windows the fastest.

During the first rain, the smell of fresh earth would reach our noses. But now, even the rain seems hesitant to touch the soil. In this crowd of artificiality, people are too busy organizing themselves. Brotherhood and compassion have become nothing but abstract concepts.

These busy people will one day find leisure. Leisure from their work life.

But that leisure will be eternal. Then, they won’t need to return to the old days to smell the earth or feel the pitter-patter of rain. The clay itself will cling to their whole body, and the pure, sharp water of the rain will touch every part of them."

Leisure, once abundant in the simplicity of life, now feels like a distant memory. In a world dominated by concrete walls and digital routines, true relaxation is rare. The joy once found in stargazing, rain’s melody on tin roofs, and playful adventures under mango trees has faded. Today’s leisure is rushed, often artificial. Yet, deep within us, remains a longing for that pure, peaceful pause—a return to nature, nostalgia, and genuine stillness.