I feel like I have had a certain conversation on repeat for the past few weeks, but I can’t stop myself. The words are there right under my skin. “it is this time that matters it is this history I care about the one we make together awkward inconsistent as a lame cat on the loose or quick as kids freed […]
This week, I was reading a series of Tweets called “Let’s Be Messy on the Internet Together” by Creatrix Tiara, and I really resonated with the pressures of ‘being an expert’ and ‘building a brand’ influencing what one posts on their blog/social media. It’s what has kept me from posting more deeply personal and not-quite-there-yet […]
In the backseat of Aj’s mother’s green truck, we looped our way back around California hills in the pitch dark, studded only with the stray lights of houses in the distance. This was before her mom’s hips and knees started aching too bad, before the injury and the swelling stopped her from getting out entirely. […]
So you’re not a superhero. You get frustrated when you mix up verb tenses. You can’t cross the street without saying a small prayer. You’re not conventionally attractive, by American or Bengali standards. You stall in your writing – and your reading and your half-made plans. You take off your kameez one shoulder at a […]
Library books in Dhaka University
This sign says ‘Friends Builders Limited’ – in English, but with Bengali letters
I was speaking with a friend living in Oregon about how Bangladesh is right now, and she asked about whether it was quieter here – heavens no! So here’s a list of common sounds that I have been hearing in our home in Dhaka: 1. Prayer call at five times during the day (someone recites […]
Whenever we have the chance, my father and I dive into philosophical discussion. After dinner, before going to sleep, upon waking up (at the absurdly early time of 5:30am, mind you, because my body is still in time shift). We’ve been talking a lot about the abstract concept of home. I’ve talked about ‘home’ writ […]
