My grandmother’s house in rural Australia was like a train station. The screen door, unlocked in the early days, was a wasted effort in that it could hardly keep the summer flies out from all the people coming in and going out.
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culture
Not Bengali, but love lungi
Pahela Baishakh, Hefazet-e Islam and us Bengalis
The Baishakh this year resembles the turmoil of a summer storm more than the placid celebration of spring. We are moving through a time of anxiety and confusion.
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