12/26/2025
“যে সান্তা সময়ের কথা বলেছিল”
“The Santa Who Spoke of Time”
Snowfall began suddenly in California.
It was unusual—this kind of snow rarely falls here. The sky went silent, as if someone had pressed a mute button. Soft white flakes settled quietly on the leaves, the roadside, and even on my shoulders.
In the middle of that snowfall, we rescued a Santa from a deep forest—
or perhaps the story is exactly the opposite.
In truth, Santa rescued me.
But people don’t like to tell such truths.
Neither do I.
There was something strange in Santa’s smile. He didn’t talk much. He just looked at me, as if he knew everything—my past, my unspoken regrets, and the decisions I never made, the ones that still leave a gentle emptiness in my chest.
He didn’t tell me to “be a good person.”
He didn’t say, “dream big.”
He only said,
“Time does not wait.”
It was time to say goodbye. With a smile.
At that very moment, we arranged to take this photograph.
The picture captured two smiles—one of a man, and one of a story.
It became impossible to tell who was Santa and who was rescued.
Christmas is coming.
A new year is standing at the door.
The question is simple, but the answer is hard—
Will we be able to make a decision this new year that moves us a decade forward?
Maybe we will.
Maybe we won’t.
But that day, in the middle of California’s impossible snowfall, standing before Santa’s silent smile, I understood something for the first time—
Not making a decision is also a decision.
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