A boy throws a stone into a pond. He caused a ripple. It would dance, away from the centre to the edgesWhere it falls off, back to time, to memory. I remember when my father [...]
On animals, On their borders, On ours.
This is my first visit to Bangladesh. What I didn’t give much thought to is what extent it would be the first time for so many Bangladeshi people to encounter someone like me. Throughout our [...]