e-hotdog

the kid next to me in the internet cafe is eating hotdogs, one by one.
he is on his fourth now.
it smells bad.
he is a fatty, and i hate him.

kalitola

Sitting in the SAATHII office in Kalitola, the windows wide open in hopes of some kind of ventilation, one can hear all the goings on of the streets and alleys outside. This part of the city is more a village than any urban area, still drowsily shuttering itself from noon to twilight, bike rickshaws plying its streets with their steady song of horns and hollars, slithering chains and mechanisms.  A man goes buy with an ice cream cart and shouts repeatedly "I HAVE GOOD ICE CREAM" (in Bengali) and I giggle happily, almost perturbed by how high-pitched a giggle this actually produced.