Dhaka never was so cruel as it seemed today.
just a few days back (last thursday, to be specific) the soft and loving winter sun enveloped me as i was walking down the posh streets of Baridhara. i did not walk for long, though i wanted to... he thought the destination was too far away to be reached walking. i boarded on a rickshaw with him.
i was enjoying the walk but he seemed more eager in reaching.
we both knew what reaching meant. we both knew reaching would force us into the dark and cold card-board-box i hate to be in. the journey was sweet... the destination-- bitter, bitter... oh life!
i have walked along these roads before...these roads had killed me then. they killed me again this time.
Dhaka was never so bleak as it is today.
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