Dhaka Diaries: Doors, Flowers, Seasons and random rambling

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I haven’t written Dhaka diaries in what feels like forever, but what really is just 3 months. The last time I wrote was on February 9th. February 14th was when the girls left for University, and I got busy with my book, which was released on 24th March, and then I got busy promoting it. Most of the promotion has been through social media as I’m here, and everybody I know isn’t.

Thank God for social media. I’m not sure how I would have given my book wings without it. ‘Coming Home’ that’s the name of my debut novel. It’s reached countries I wish to travel to and entered homes I have never visited. And that is the beauty of a book. It can open doors and hearts. The hurdle is getting those who’ve read the book to write reviews (some are too shy to write one, lack the confidence, or accord the least priority to writing a review). I understand that if one is not a writer or a reader, writing a review may be the last thing on one’s mind. That being said, I am grateful to those who’ve taken the trouble to share what they thought of the book with the world. In a month and a half, I have received 30 reviews of the book, and it feels good to see people like the story.

Anyway, this post isn’t about my book. This post is about doors (I’m taking part in Thursday Doors challenge, which is hosted by Dan) and how it’s important to have the courage to walk in through unknown doors because you never know what lies ahead. Dhaka was one such door that I walked into 8 months ago. That’s three-quarters of a year, and the last quarter was without both of my girls. 

People love their green in Dhaka. You can see how plants are grown outside the house, on the terrace of the building and in every apartment balcony
See the pots here, too, on the head cover over the gate
This is the entrance to a villa that’s converted to a coffee shop.

Of these 8 months, I have spent a month and a half travelling outside Dhaka. We’ve travelled outside the country 5 times, and if truth be told, maybe that’s how I survived. I remember how I felt after travelling to India for the first time from Dhaka. Just the realization that we were so close to India was enough to make my stay in Dhaka more palatable.
I realize that’s how people survive in this country, not just the expatriates but anybody who can afford to travel. Most Bangladeshis travel to India for shopping or short holidays as it’s just a half-hour flight away. N.E. India and S.E. Asia are also popular destinations. Visiting Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia, and Malaysia is easier from Dhaka than it is from India, and the fares are cheaper.

The other reason people travel outside is that Dhaka does not offer much in terms of tourism or other forms of entertainment. There are parks for your everyday walks and clubs for expatriates and locals. But that’s about it. The few places that are worth seeing need to be traversed by roads spilling with traffic and no restrooms on the way. So, going around gets tough.

The road that leads home

Between the last time I wrote and today, seasons have changed. We moved from cold winter to spring. Only it felt like summer. But the good thing that came out of it is that we could stop using mosquito nets on our beds by mid-March. After sleeping inside nets since October, it was liberating not having to unzip a mosquito net, crouch in through it and zip it quickly before a mosquito follows.

Summer officially started in April, and it was terribly hot due to a heat wave. Apparently, it rains in May, but this year as per those who’ve been living here, there hasn’t been much rainfall. On the few occasions that it rained, it rained hard, but only for a short while. There was more noise than action. The skies rumbled on, and the wind blew fiercely, making the rainfall at a slant. This ensured that our windows (on the side the wind was blowing) got cleaned, which was a good thing as there was no way to get to the glass through the grills.

The sun and the showers made the flowers bloom on my balcony, making the house feel like home now. That, and the walls- I’ve managed to put up frames, planks, and paintings on each wall without cluttering it. There are no more blank walls giving me a menacing stare.

Plump jackfruits ready to be plucked
A weave of brown and red
Purple berry stains on the walkway

We went for a walk in the park on the days it rained because the temperatures fell just before it rained and after, too. The trees in the park were laden with jackfruit. Plump fruits hung from branches, some so low that you could pluck them with bare hands. I love jackfruit, so I can’t help eyeing it every time I walk. It’s not on the market yet. They say it’ll take another 15 days.
The stone path is stained purple. Smashed berries lay fallen like wounded soldiers. The coconut vendor outside the park told me that the berries were smaller this time because of the shortage of rainfall.

I end this rambling with this picture I clicked on the morning after the rains.


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15 responses to “Dhaka Diaries: Doors, Flowers, Seasons and random rambling”

  1. Mick Canning Avatar

    You’ve chosen some great pictures, Smitha.

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    1. Smitha V Avatar

      Thanks, Mick. I’m glad I could show you a little of Dhaka 🙂

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  2. I. J. Khanewala Avatar

    I’ve always thought of Dhaka as a romantic place. Shattered to find the truth; it feels just like any other subcontinental city.

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    1. Smitha V Avatar

      You’re not wrong to have that idea. Since it’s not commercialized as yet, it does have a romantic feel to it. Especially, since art, culture, music, literature are given a lot of importance here. Also, the nawabi culture still exists but the difference between the haves and have nots reminds one of the colonial times.

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  3. Manja Maksimovič Avatar

    It’s beautiful what you say about your book. It has truly travelled around the world. How lovely. It’s also good to see how you’ve embraced your surroundings and are beginning to see the beauty, including on your walls. The only thing I wish is that you’d make your photos bigger. I tried clicking on several for a closer view but nothing works. Only the last one, of the bird, is big enough. I’m reading this on my big screen, on the phone it’s probably better (but I hate it).

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    1. Smitha V Avatar

      Hi Manja, I’ll put the pictures individually so they’re clearer. I didn’t want them to look too big, but since you say you can’t see them clearly, I’ll fix it ❤️🤗.
      I never thought I’d write a book, so it does feel pretty amazing thinking of the homes it’s reached. I am getting a little more comfortable here, and I’ve made some friends, too (more about that in my next post). Thanks, Manja, for taking the time to read the post. Hugs.

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      1. Manja Maksimovič Avatar

        Oh, Smitha, thank you so much for making the photos bigger!! I love the 3rd and 4th gate so much! And that road leading home and all the flowers and plants, but I think it’s the last two photos, with patterns on the ground, that made me see how you see beauty around you. Just wonderful.

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        1. Smitha V Avatar

          Anything for the expert photographer, Manja XXX
          Your comment makes me want to take more pictures of gates in Dhaka and write more about the place, too 🙂 Thank you for your words of appreciation on the last two photographs and for seeing it through my eyes.

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  4. rajkkhoja Avatar

    Beautiful your post. Nice door picture. Beautiful all photos. Nice your book review. So long time Dhaka diary written blog post. Wonderful you shoot last picture of water Lake.


  5. robertawrites235681907 Avatar

    Hi Smitha, this is a lovely catch up post. We have mosquitoes during our summer and they die during the winter season. Your photograph at the end is very lovely.

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    1. Smitha V Avatar

      Hi Robbie, I realized I hadn’t written about Dhaka for a long time. I’m glad you enjoyed reading it. Strange, that mosquitoes come in winter here. In India, too, it comes during the rains. I had no they die after that. I always wondered where they disappeared.
      About the last pic,thank you! I saw him sitting on the ledge as if he were surveying the land 🙂 and I just had to click it.

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      1. robertawrites235681907 Avatar

        Our rains are during the summer so that is the difference. We have very dry winters.

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        1. Smitha V Avatar

          In Dhaka, too, the winters are dry but it brings the mosquitoes with it.

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  6. Dan Antion Avatar

    This is a lovely post, Smitha, and it’s an example of why I love this challenge. I learn about places I probably will never visit. It’s amazing to understand that in traveling the same kind of geography as I might on a weekend, people are moving between countries and cultures. Thanks for supporting this challenge.

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    1. Smitha V Avatar

      I absolutely enjoy the idea of Thursday doors, and you make a great host. So, thank you! I’m always hunting for doors to participate.
      I’m happy you enjoyed reading the post. I found it surprising, too, at the differences between the two countries despite being so close.

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