The sun is setting, and a golden-orange glow has spread across the entire sky. One by one, the hills are disappearing behind the veil of mist. The valleys are covered in haze, and the dark rows of trees stand silently, waiting for the night. The day is coming to an end, night is falling — and Bandarban is welcoming the descending evening like the soft sound of dew.
www.alochhobi.net