হতে পারলাম না কারোর হৃদস্পন্দন, হতে পারলাম না কারোর চোখের আসক্তি কোনোক্ষণ। যে কারোর খেয়ালে আসে না কোনোদিন, তেমনই অভাগা আমি… নীরব, একাকী প্রতিদিন। I write, I express, I pour pieces of myself into my blogs - yet they remain unread, unseen, almost as if they were never meant to exist. Lately, a strange thought has been growing inside me… that maybe I am insignificant to the universe itself. Humans love nature because we belong to it. We are shaped by connection - friendships that grow from chance encounters, love that blossoms from shared moments, bonds that feel almost destined. For most people, relationships seem to unfold naturally, like seasons changing. But for me, it has never felt that simple… or that natural. I tried to change myself - not just a little, but completely. I reshaped my personality, my habits, even my thoughts, believing that if I became more lovable, someone would eventually choose me. I tried harder, waited longer, hoped deeper. But in the end, nothing changed. It...