Things I miss from Bangladesh: Rice fields. Palm trees. Rainy afternoons. Mangos and pineapples. Bright colored saris and shalwar kameezes. Eating with my fingers. Rickshaw rides. Being rich. Neighborhood kids. Mehendi parties. Having a house helper. Pedicures. Iftar foods. Trips to the Barre. Cinnamon Chai. Stories. Eating by Candlelight. My VIP status. Afternoon visits from friends. Community. Hospitality. Intensity. Constant learning. Friendship.
Things I don't: Mosquitos. Staring men. Sweating profusely. Laundry by hand. Bangla sweets. Cockroaches. Weddings. Being bossed around. Overcrowded buses. Smells. Lack of privacy and alone time. Inefficiencies. Power Outages. Fights over powering the water tank. No AC. Running out of water. Moving again. Baksheesh. Extreme poverty. Injustice towards women. Dirty feet. Going to the outdoor sqautty in the middle of the night. Vicks Vapor Rub medicinal treatments. Language frustrations. Rationing Western foods. Missing my friends and family. Corruption.
Overall, I have to say I miss the place.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
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