Wake up, Mrs Bangladesh

There's an acute lack of philosophy in this land.

Basics haunt us, secure us, insecure us, and rule our cramped identities.

Our fears have gotten bigger than us.

Breakfast at 8, lunch at 2, a cuppa at 5, dinner at 9: It's as if food's running out on us.

We never skip meals and simply eat because we have to keep the routine alive.

The routine of routinely complaining about weights and looks

The routine of routinely blaming Atkins and our thyroids,

The routine of 'Dhuro' has done us all a great disfavor.

A dog or a cat in a car, a quick trip to the nearest video store,

A bite at a Korean restaurant nearby,

Kids leaving for school after High School,