When I backed out of my driveway and flattened not just my mailbox, but also my neighbor’s, I knew I had to visit the optometrist. I like going to the eye doctor. Trouble is, he doesn’t like me.
“Ek dofa, ek dabi”, “Bloody July in Bangladesh”, and “Shob Shabhabik”— each poster boldly bearing these statements against the fascist regime, painted exclusively in red ...
I have to remind myself: Money will return, and experiences and opportunities like this will stay with me forever. Keeping that mindset — within reason, of course, I’m not just flippantly draining my ...