It’s early still but the warmth of my bedroom wakes me once the sun has risen. I roll out of bed and walk into my kitchen, begin making coffee.
I turn on my shortwave and listen to the BBC and listen as I pour my coffee, stopping to rub the sleep out of my eyes.
As I [...]
Previously I wrote about some of the odd people I’d met in Jhapa district, namely Sunjay, the Islamic Extremists, and a child named Time Pass.
I’d now like to write about some of the odd Birganj-wallahs that have crossed my path since coming to this town. While I’ve made actual friends with whom I socialize, we [...]
I met Roshani at her sister’s wedding under rather strange circumstances. Matt and Shana had phoned and said they were coming from Narayanghat with the Godmother, our codename for the elderly didi who oversaw everything at Shana’s home, like when fans could be turned on or just passing through Shana’s kitchen to collect a couple [...]
