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Christina posing with handmade paper artisan in Bangladesh. Onek Brishtee (Much rain)Bangladesh Did anyone ever pay you 25 cents to bike someone else in torrential rains to their cozy home about a mile away? Have you ever ridden on the plastic seat with the carriage-like top shielding you by the downpour and looked upon the back of the driver in front of you. Have you ever watched the muscles' in the man's back struggle, search for strength to pull you to dry ground? I have; I have watched comfortably from behind. I paid him double what he could hope to get from most - he seemed shocked. I stood nervously under the umbrella - rain streamed down his face - I muttered in broken Bangla - "onek brishtee" - much rain. I pressed the taka into the palm of his hand. I caught his inquisitive eyes and anxiously turned and entered my gated haven. Please, go on sir... don't hesitate to take it, I thought, I owe you more than 50 cents to show my appreciation; my admiration. -"buy yourself a cup of tea - get warm - get dry" - my thoughts finished the sentence my mouth couldn't form. |
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