In that last week, I was so excited every day to go to the lecture. Every day, I look forward to finding out who my new seatmate will be—or was yesterday still my seatmate today? What will be the lecture's topic and what will happen? I'm looking forward to asking lecturers questions and having a good time. I wanted to treasure the last days that I’m going to spend in BARD. I don't want to regret not doing anything or not talking to someone. I even got the chance to visit the market outside, walk around the market, buy things, and tasted that pink ice cream. Every moment was treasured at that time. Every step I made was worthwhile and memorable. I was happy.

That walk to Comilla University was satisfying; I found the beauty in that place even at night. As I catch my breath while walking that uphill, I am smiling. Those small talks are my favorites, and although I don’t find "fuchka" very appetizing, I am satisfied, and in that moment, I was happy.

That rickshaw ride was the happiest. I was like a little kid, not wanting to go down and enjoying the ride. At first, I felt anxious and a little overwhelmed, but it felt good. The night was cold, and I was freezing the entire ride, but I didn't care. I didn't want it to stop. On that ride, I found peace and forgot about my troubles. All I heard was the sound of my own breathing and the gust of wind on my cheek. That moment, I was lost in my own thoughts—yet I was happy.

That walk around the BARD university was memorable. I felt like music was playing through my ears, even though there wasn't. The night was dark, but walking down that path is better than tomorrow. I love the place. I love the surroundings. I love the weather, and I love everything about that experience. I love that walk and how I wish it could last longer. It was very short, yet memorable. For that, I was happy.

That last day in Dhaka City was unexpected. The city is lovely, and it's so busy. There’s life everywhere. People are doing their own business, and I find beauty in all of it. The sound of horns and cars, as well as people talking and not caring, brings the city to life. I was so happy to walk around that small place in Dhaka. I knew I would be gone in a few hours, so I tried to live in the moment and enjoy every sight. I love the view in front of me. It was beautiful. I love staring at it. I don't care anymore about the noise; for me, it is very soothing. There is no need to talk. The city was noisy enough. But everything seemed so perfect at that time, despite the chaos. I was happy.

Yes, I found peace in Bangladesh.

For me, Bangladesh is one of the richest countries in the world. Its people make the country wealthy. I believe they are the treasure of the country. Bangladeshis are sweet, very kind, and emotional people. They made us feel welcomed, wanted, and loved. I never thought I would be capable of loving those people in such a short time. Those memories that I had will be treasured forever in a safe place in my heart. Remembering those memories is making me sad and happy at the same time. Happy because I got the chance to experience it, and sad knowing that there's no chance for me to come back.