Rain was falling steadily. The sound of raindrops on the old tin roof felt like someone's quiet sobbing. Standing beside the window, Niloy stared at the dark sky. He hadn't slept properly for days. On the table lay an old envelope that kept pulling his attention.
The envelope had arrived that morning. When he saw the sender's name, his heart skipped a beat—"Mother."
But his mother had died five years ago.
With trembling hands, he opened the envelope.
Inside was a letter—
"Niloy,
If you are reading this letter, it means I am no longer with you. I had many complaints against you, but more than that, I had love…"
His vision blurred with tears.