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…
Tag: UK
Gasp, its a Smörgåsbord!
It started out as an ordinary Saturday. The Husband and I ate a big brunch, caught up with friends and fam on social media, took the garbage out and ignored the growing mountain of laundry. Then we wasted time deliberating on how to dress for the confused September weather. Jumper + jacket? Too hot. Sweatshirt + coat?…
The Girl at Hayes and Harlington
Hear Alarm. Toss and turn. Grapple with the frustrations of waking up for approximately 1-2 hours. Tumble into hard ground at some point in the morning. Wash, brush, dress, get out. Walk to station. Tap oyster. Grab a Costa. Grab a train. Check phone. Sip drink. Get out of train. Tap oyster again. Meet her eyes. Yesterday…
lattesandtravels 