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এই পৃথিবীকে শিশুর বাসযোগ্য করে যাব

I will make this world livable for the child

— Sukanta Bhattacharya

Hello, I'm Goutam. My deep curiosity about wildlife led me to take courses in the field, and I've always been passionate about ensuring animals don't lose their homes. While I haven't formally worked in wildlife medicine, these interests have profoundly shaped my perspectives.​

This blog is my personal space to share stories and reflections on conservation, community, ethics, and the everyday efforts to live more thoughtfully. It's less about presenting polished theories and more about exploring how these ideas manifest in real life.​

Some posts might delve into field experiences; others may ponder what it means to live with care in a complex world. Occasionally, I'll question existing systems or simply reflect on small, meaningful moments.​

This isn't a platform for polished philosophies or definitive answers. It's a space for sharing the raw, unfiltered experiences that shape our understanding of the world.​

If you feel moved to share, please do. Your honest reflections—whether they're questions, stories, or emotions—are welcome here. Together, we can create a tapestry of shared human experience.​

To maintain a respectful and constructive environment, please avoid spam and offensive language. Comments are moderated to ensure this space remains welcoming for all.​

If you're here, welcome. Feel free to take what resonates with you and leave the rest. I hope these reflections offer something valuable as we all navigate our paths toward a more livable world.

— Notes by Goutam

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  1. The MakatokApril 8, 2025 at 11:59 AM

    Please let me know when I may help this blog reach more people. It is truly a breath of fresh air.

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