This Ramadan I decided to stop my busy UK life in its tracks and go home for Eid. Six years without Ammu’s Eid shemay was more than the legal limit of self-deprivation. My homesickness was so severe that even hearing a Bangla song was making me howl like someone had died. The cure? A milk…
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Revisiting Dhaka Decembers
Hurtling through the Dhaka air felt like a dream. I sat very still as the big bird whizzed past a kuasha-laced landscape that could easily have been any other city in the world by the shrouded looks of it. Night time arrivals can feel a bit ominous like that. There’s no instant visible gratification. One…
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