“Seeing where my money went.”



Wealth, suffering, and child marriage

There’s always something so shameful about acknowledging your privilege. But I know I am lucky. I am a part of Bangladesh’s minority.

Love is a thing that grows

I didn’t choose piano; for a while, it was more of a nuisance than a hobby. But somehow, sometime, love grew.

The mysterious case of the disappearing hobbies

If nothing we do reflects our interests beyond career aspirations, then a whole chunk of who you are is left behind.