Soul searching

Zaiami Bodrudduza, Uttara, Dhaka
Who am I talking to? Is it ears that are lost in thought with miserable possibilities? Or is it like the stone staring at me from the bottom of the tranquil pond? I sip my portion of chilled coke trying to swallow the dry toast-biscuits and wish for the latter. I am an optimist searching for a meaningful life at my early forties. For me the search came quite late as I passed by a long hazardous road that most of the people did not. I am identified with dogma, discrimination, suspicion and what not! This summer, the hot sun is stabbing my black skin; trying to make cracks on it; sorry sun 'blacks do not crack anymore'! I have been there, seen the miseries, often became miserable for you and myself too. Look at the other side of the coin, a growth of a sprout is emerging; stout and ordained. No raised eyebrows, no dirty talks and moves can hinder the growth. I on behalf of the community would like to invite people of perspicacity and insight to come forward and break the shackles of discrimination and stigma.