Dedicated to the 50th Independence Day of Bangladesh on March 26, 2021 Snapshot one: The phone rings; it’s a call from my sister. I pick it up and hear her excited voice. I gasp and respond, “What did you say? Tappu is potty-trained? Wow! She is potty-trained at two and a half? That is
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(5 September 1923 – 14 January 2017) When I last saw my grandmother, Dida, she was ninety-four years old. She recited Rabindranath Tagore’s “Pujarini” for me from memory. It was a two-page long poem, written in difficult to pronounce words, and in the smallest of fonts. Dida did not forget a single word. It is
