Loss is the cloud that carries the sun. It is a frame, a flight of darkness that is meant to rise and lift, even when its weight seems to bully back the spring of earth. Lately I cry a lot. … Continue reading
There are times when I am out of strength, out of words, out of heart. I just want to give up on everything, opt out.
Heya Bab, Yesterday it was 5 months since you died. 5 months ago I woke up from another uneasy sleep, went to check on you, was relieved to find you were alive and then realised that a crucial part of … Continue reading
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
Heya bab, Lately I just want to call you. It is too long since we have spoken, too long since I have heard your voice. I often think of dialling your number just to hear your phone ring, but I … Continue reading
Posted in death, grief
Tagged bereavement, dad, death, feelings, grief, letter, loss, memories, phone calls, voices
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
I took these pictures during the last few days, which I spent on a riverboat negotiating the maze that makes up the delta of the Ganges, Brahmaputra and Meghn rivers. These rivers seemed almost deserving of a different word – they … Continue reading
Sometimes it is just so hard to make myself understood and travelling cross-culture, in new languages, only compounds the confusion. I hoard memories of bafflement as a prophylaxis against taking myself too seriously. There was the time I managed to … Continue reading
Posted in travel
Tagged communication, culture, difference, English, global, language, memories, misunderstandings, people., travel, words
There is water everywhere. Village life in this part of the country seems to float on chains of almost-islands just feet above the the glassy gleam of mirror pools.
Today’s post is all about getting stuck in. The world has plenty of people who could use a bit of help. There are also a lot of people who want to help. But it is all too easy not to, … Continue reading
Posted in expat, grief, life
Tagged awkwardness, Bangladesh, change, change the world, closeness, distance, friendship, grief, hands, help, passion