@TanvirHassan7796

The battlefield of Plassey is silent now. No sound of cannons, no marching soldiers only a lone mango tree standing still. Beneath this tree, a broken dream once cried. The fire of betrayal burned in a ruler’s eyes, and the air carried the scent of conspiracy. The war ended, but the tree survived. It witnessed foreign rule, the birth of new generations, and the slow forgetting of history. People come, take pictures, and leave. No one hears the tree’s silent sigh. Yet it…