Tag Archives: reflections

tell me your story…

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the fullness of longing…

Dawn broke and the day was in bloom, bright, beautiful. I woke up with a smile on my face, wriggling my toes and stretching lithe limbs out into warm air. The rising sun stroked back the dark with a lover’s touch. It … Continue reading

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wanting this..

It has been Eid Al Adha, the festival of sacrifice, which meant a glut of public holidays in Bangladesh. I could just not bear the thought of so much time alone against the backdrop of grumbling grief and blood splattered … Continue reading

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thank you for beautiful…

Being thankful is something I have been trying to make a habit of, and today I realised I would kind of like to write Bangladesh a thank you letter! This is what I would say: Thank you for beautiful, for … Continue reading

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ask everything, know nothing…

I thought I would tell you a bit about my time on the rivers. Getting to the boat was a voyage all in itself; a flight across the country and then a 3 hour drive down little country roads that … Continue reading

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Dhaka 101…

Heya bab, Tonight I finally managed to grab mum on Skype and pass on my impressions from the first few days of Dhaka 101. It was good to chat to her but I was left with the sense of something … Continue reading

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Istanbul, Karachi and the angry ants…

I am rarely at my best at 3am, particularly not sober, solo and in my third country in 12 hours. After the wide-eyed pain of the night before, followed by the day’s frantic run around to see a doctor on … Continue reading

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the enormity of loss..

Heya bab, It was another bloody memorial for you today bab. Its not that you’re not worth remembering, my blood is your memory, but I am done with doing it like this now. I am done with funerals and ashes … Continue reading

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coming home to death on the wall…

After 24 hours in transit I have continent hopped, snoozed and flopped and now I am back in Wales and the rest of the world feels far far away, as if I dreamt the distances. The air here has crisped … Continue reading

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unfinished imperfect…

This morning we were greeted by a soggy pool on the office floor. We clustered around it, trying to figure the puzzle, checking out the options. It wasn’t raining so the ceiling shouldn’t have been leaking. The pool was far … Continue reading

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