“To survive nowadays you must form a group. Will you come to the meeting?”

“No, I’ve to look after my family–I’ll be going that way.”

“You’ll have to change your way.”

“Go son, I won’t stop you now. How long can one live in isolation?”

“…Jamila, I, too am weary of living apart from others.”

Those who view the storm from afar, see no difference between here and there. To join in and become a part of it…this is the call of the times, here and there.

নাগরিক Nagarik (1952)

Could write forever about this scene, which is neither perfect, nor subtle, nor clever, but has so outrageously affected me and my own account of poverty, of my parents’ stay in poverty, of relatives and neighbors and friends still treading those grounds to this day…I only wish I had thought of telling myself that we were merely stuck in labor for the birth of “some dewy-eyed child of tomorrow”.