End of summer is approaching, only in the pages of calendar though. The hot weather will continue for quite some time. This time of the year in Bangladesh bestows a number of very good quality and yummy fruits. In my childhood, it was the time to go to my maternal grandparents’ house. Oh those days! I used to pray for a storm in night. So, there will be plenty of mangoes to collect in the morning. My grandfather used to wake me up before sunrise for that. It was not all about eating them. Just collecting them was a great fun.
Those days are gone. My connection with village is very minimal. Now I buy mangoes from market, but with lots of anxiety. Hazardous chemicals are used to preserve mangoes. What was a fun in my childhood to eat, has become a matter of concern now to offer to my children. Growing commercialization of the economy has changed lots of things in Bangladesh, both in a positive as well as negative sense. But there is something that will never change. Love for dear ones still remains the same. The peace of mind to see own child healthy and happy does not change. Smile in the face of own child still lights thousands candles in the dark, blooms dozens of roses in the arid backyard. Too much greed for profit, now a days, stands as an obstacle in their way.
My heart constantly bleeds as the market limits the option to bring smile in the face of my own child…
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