Sunday, February 21, 2010

I miss you.

Bangladesh my home, I miss you.

I miss waking up to the red sunrise.
I miss my kids meeting me at the gates and calling my name.
I miss singing you all to sleep.
I miss telling stories.
I miss giving hugs.
I miss appa de bows.
I miss rice.
I miss dirt.
I miss badminton and 5 crowns.
I miss street kids and hawkers.
I miss the smog.
I miss the people.
I miss everything.

Bangladesh when will I come see you again? I dont know. But I know I will not be able to stay away too long.

1 comment:

Hillary said...

Elle...I miss you. Come home. Share your experiences with me.