On the bus in a busy Dhaka city. I can’t hear properly through my ear so now heading to the doctor to clean the inside of my ears (ew). Yeah!
Mom is sitting beside me. She is obsessive. I just called her obsessive and she called me compulsive. Eh. And then I finished with “Disorder”. Whatever.
It’s hot in this bus. Oh and I am writing from a phone (obviously). And my neck and chest is swearing and the pollution in the air and the traffic jam 😨
I wonder how men feel when they have to protect their sisters and have to accompany them to protect them. I bet they want feminism too, unless they’re Dad that is.
The bus keeps screeching to a halt for the traffic. And there are men digging up the ground because it is particularly drier now although the weather surprises with rain from nowhere.
So many more women wear the hijab now. I guess more women are becoming aware of the social problem here. All these news in the papers are scary. Better be safe than sorry.