A long, long time ago, when I was young, I was put on a plane and sent to a faraway land. The city was not pretty; it was crowded, and it was polluted, and it was poor. But it was beautiful on the inside. The people of that place were made differently than the people of other places -- they were nine parts kind and only one part ordinary. And I was grateful because I was a girl lost and on her own, trying to do a job that was not easy.
I spent a week there. I spent a month there. I spent six months there. I wore my first sari there. I sheltered from the monsoon there. I had my heart broken there. And then I left that place, and I never went back.
Until now. Or really, until tomorrow, when I pack my bags.
I wonder, are there still dolphins in the Buriganga river?
