with Noyontara

After getting criticized harshly, I broke off relations with a family member. Maybe that was a bad reaction, but it felt right at the time. 

So, we travelled back to Dhaka today. I couldn't sleep. Every time I nodded off, something happened. Either It was the pressing matter of nature's call number 2, or the child in the next seat screaming his head off. No wonder his head was so freaking big.  We started off strong. Most things went according to plan. The previous day, all the chickens were distributed amongst three ladies. Jobeda Auntie took home 2 chickens and 9 chicks, Shiuli Apu took 3 chickens and Lokman Bhabi took the remaining one. The 3 male ones were slaughtered, along with the sick one. The goat was taken care of days ago. All of our grains were put in the building, so the rats will have a harder time.  We packed up all of our things. If I knew I was coming back so soon, I wouldn't have taken all of my things back to Gaibandha. I finally felt at home there. Dhaka is a festering pool of overpopulation, traffic jams, dengue and recklessness. I want to go back to Gaibandha where it is easier to breathe....

Noyontara soiled the bed, then woke up and realized her mistake. After that, she proceeded to run away to my bed.  Mom woke up from the wet mattress and then was soo angry. The next day was stinky, but fortunately, we had Jobeda Aunty and the Sun was optimal for drying pillows( yes pillows, not pillowcases), mattresses, huge batches of laundry, etc.  This little girl was only repentant when Mom was screaming, otherwise, she was rather cheerful and it kept rubbing everyone wrong.  She lost another chick to the mongoose, but she managed to retrieve the carcass. It was pitiful to see a little girl walking around with the dead bird. I felt sorry for being angry at her in the morning.