when you get something from the motherland and it has that smell
"I work as a security guard but I’m off duty right now to cut grass for my boss’s deer. I get 5,000 taka ($65) a month for security and an extra 1,000 taka to cut the grass. I’ve been in Dhaka for 8 years and it’s tough to raise 3 sons on this but the struggle is for them. I want them to study hard for a better future so they don’t have the life that I had. My time is over, everything is over, life is over but all that matters is that they excel in life. That will be my happiness."
Living Stone, the story about the hard working community of Jaflong, on the northeastern part of Bangladesh. It was once known for its lush green hills, rolling tea gardens, and a mosaic of stones and rocks. Now Jaflong is shrinking; its bright blue skies are covered with thick smoke and dust. The crystal clear water of the Piyain River, which originates in the Himalayas, is now dying a slow death.
Just 56 kilometers away from Sylhet city, Jaflong is located on the foot of the beautiful Meghalaya Hills on the Indo-Bangla border. During monsoon the strong currents of the river wash down precious rocks and pebbles from the Indian hills into Jaflong. Every day at the crack of dawn, hundreds of little black and grey boats descend into the river. Laborers of all ages, clamor through the river, buckets and spades in hand they collect stones.
its really hard being a Hindu, because i wanna taste beef but i can’t because of religion. damn.
mY SKIN IS WHITE???
I’M NOT INDIAN???? I’VE NOT BEEN A HINDU FOR 16 YEARS BECAUSE MY PARENTS ARE ALSO HINDUS??
cAN I FINALLY STOP WORSHIPPING COWS?!?!?!!