Walking on the sand, I kept thinking, what should I do now?

  Darkness was falling from the sky.

  Actually, what should I do now?

  In my mind, I kept telling myself, I have come to Cox’s Bazar, but it’s already evening.

  Soon it will be completely dark.

  Where will I stay?

  I hadn’t thought about this at all.

  I wandered around all day, and now I need a place to spend the night.

  Tension started rising in my head, and fear began to creep in.

  A new place, I don’t know anything or anyone here.

  My face and eyes began drying from fear.

  First, let me see how much money I have.

  I had spent almost all of it during the day.

  Counting my money, my fear grew even more.

  I shouted in shock.

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  I have no money, only three thousand five hundred taka.

  But how did I end up with so little?

  I had brought six thousand taka.

  Then where did the rest go?

  All of it seems to have disappeared wandering around all day.

  The weight of fear made my head heavy.

  My mind stopped working properly.

  I couldn’t think, what should I do now?

  Should I go stay in a hotel?

  All the money will be gone in a single day.

  Even if I take a cheap room, how many days will this money last?

  One day will be over anyway.

  I started feeling as if all dangers were closing in on me.

  Wherever I step, will I stumble?

  Should I go back home?

  Then there would be no stress or worries.

  No, no—what am I thinking!

  I want to go back to that place where people are judged by results.

  No, no—such thoughts must not enter my mind.

  If necessary, I’ll sleep on the street, but I won’t go to that city.

  I have to make some arrangement.

  Otherwise, the thought of sleeping on the street will become reality.

  First, I take off my pants and jersey and put on normal pants, then head toward the street.

  Something will happen anyway.

  It’s already evening here.

  And staying on the dark beach is dangerous.

  I won’t know who might snatch me.

  Quickly, I put on my pants and jersey and start walking toward the street.

  I can see the road ahead.

  As I climb onto the road, darkness falls.

  Ahead, there is only the road and the light from the street lamps.

  Apart from that, there isn’t a single person around.

  What kind of road is this?

  Even if it seems imaginary in the morning, at night it is truly eerie.

  At least one person should be around—right?

  But there is no one.

  Is this road itself at fault?

  What should I do?

  Now fear is starting to grip me.

  How should I walk?

  Where the street light falls, there is only light.

  Everything else is pitch dark.

  Can one walk through it?

  What if someone grabs me from the darkness?

  But if I stand here too long, no solution will come.

  Rather, I will get into trouble.

  There is no way except to walk.

  So, gathering courage in my chest, I started walking, with the resolve that nothing will happen.

  But after walking a short distance, that resolve seemed to vanish somewhere.