There are some places that don’t just exist on the map — they exist in your heart.
Last month, I took a spontaneous trip to the quiet green hills of Bandarban, hoping to escape the city’s endless noise. What I found there wasn’t just breathtaking views — it was silence, the kind that speaks louder than words.

The morning mist wrapped the hills like a soft blanket, and the sound of birds replaced the chaos of car horns. I remember sitting on a wooden bench, camera in hand, watching the sun slowly rise — painting the sky with shades of orange and gold. For a moment, time just… stopped.

As a photographer, I realized travel isn’t just about seeing new places — it’s about feeling them.
Every click of the shutter captured not just landscapes, but emotions — freedom, calmness, and a sense of belonging to something bigger.

When I finally returned home, I didn’t just bring back pictures — I brought back peace.
And that’s what travel really is — finding yourself in the middle of nowhere. 🌿