Tag Archives: Itahari

Finishing touches

During training, one of the hardest and seemingly most necessary things I wanted to communicate to my host family was that I missed home. I missed home. I missed my friends. I missed pizza and beer as dark as the nights in my new, lightless neighborhood.
But the best that I could do after two months [...]

Diversity Visa odyssey

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 [...]