Across the Dirt Road
It all flashed right before my eyes, right across the street from the tailor’s shack in northern Bangladesh. My aunt and uncle were having a salwar kameez, a traditional Bangladeshi outfit, tailored for me. After purchasing the material, we dropped the fabric at the tailor’s shack. The simple shack was made of wood and tin, located directly across a green pond. I stood there, observing the scene, while the tailor took measurements for the clothing. I saw a rickshaw peddler cross the dirt road and step into a shop...






