08/09/21 Part 1

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 didn't have much to pack. She outgrew most of her clothes from Dhaka. We only had to pack a few essentials, her books and her colours.

Ma also didn't have too many things, just a few clothes and nothing else. On the other hand, I had a lot more to pack, 2 laptops and all of their paraphilias, most of my makeup and skin care and my colours too. 

We got ready to leave with a heavy heart and excitement, sad to leaving home but happy to be going on a journey after a very long time.

I have run out of time. I'll write about the rest of the journey another day.