সোশ্যাল মিডিয়া মুছে ফেললাম আরও একাক্ত

আমি ভেবা करতাম, connected-এর measure followers-এ।

আমি நினைத்தேன், delete-এরপর peace पाबो।

কিন্তু Tuesday at 3:17 a.m., MacBook-এর dim glow-এ — San Francisco-এর grandmother’s tea shop-এর blue light — I realized: silence doesn’t heal. It reveals.

দুটি world-এ between grew up: one algorithm-driven luck, one brushstroke on empty screen meaning.

‘Fuxiu Feast’ win? Not a game. A ritual we were taught — incense at temple fair.

I stopped playing. Not because I lost. But every ‘win’ felt like water drawn from soul — 5% extraction, always.

Shedding pixels, now I sketch with breaths. Each morning — record the rhythm of silence: how long before the light fades, how often reflection returns, how rarely anyone says ‘you’re not alone’ when sitting in quiet apartment, in blue glow.