Begin Again
A car alarm goes off in the distance. The reflecting lake is frozen over. With the wind it feels like seven degrees Fahrenheit outside. The sun is past its peak and the salt is no longer melting ice on the sidewalks, parking lots, or road. Donald Trump was just sworn in as president, again. His…
Heart of Gold
My earliest memories of this uncle are of him casting a fishing net into the pond behind his house. He, unlike almost every other adult I came across in Bangladesh, did not pay special attention to or spoil me. He is purposeful and speaks infrequently. Once, when I wouldn’t leave him alone because all I…
The Train
There’s a colloquialism in Bangla that I both may not have fully understood, and will not accurately relay. “One does not stand under a ringing bell twice.” A little more than halfway into the train ride, my cousin asked if I would consider taking a train again in Bangladesh. I couldn’t even laugh – I…
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