Lessons in rice

I love rice. No for real. She’s a versatile queen. In Bangla, batt means rice and it encompasses everything. Whenever you’re asked in Bangla if you have eaten lunch or dinner, you’d be asked batt khaisos ni? Have you eaten rice? It’s a question that accommodates even if you didn’t literally eat rice. But let’s get straight to theContinue reading “Lessons in rice”

my little grief manifesto

Grief is the familiar monster friend that’s on your back. It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe until someone is graduated into it when their beloved dies. You never want anyone to experience it, but you appreciate those who have done because it’s the silent nods, the tacit awareness that they get it. They getContinue reading “my little grief manifesto”