On the way to Moheshkhali Island beside Cox’s Bazar in Bangladesh, there is a place called Ghat 6. Seldomly the large boats, propelled by handmade engine, are seen to stay idle on dry land here. But the day, I was traveling, was lucky for me to be the witness of such anecdote of two idle boats who were waiting for the deluge. Raindrops will make the path for the boats to float towards the shore. But the waiting moment was somehow whispering me the articulation of those waiting boats. It was like