মাছ ধরা থেকে আনন্দের সুর

আমি still remember my first midnight session on a Thai fishing boat—no nets, no rush, just the glow of bioluminescent plankton dancing under moonlight. I wasn’t hunting for fish; I was hunting for rhythm. The fish don’t bite because you’re loud—they bite because you’re present. That’s the magic.

Fishing is cultural memory disguised as entertainment. You don’t need more gear—you need more presence.