Life in Dhaka
Ever since the day I landed my feet at the soils of the scorching land called Dhaka, it has also been stepping on the soul of the scorching life of mine. Going out of the country might get people excited and thrilled to start a conversation with you and so they do, but all those thrills dry up pretty soon they they hear the name thats not Australia or US or UK or something fancy and sophisticated as such. I dont know on whom is the joke on, but sitting on a chair, doing nothing else but study,eat, study, sleep,study, watch game of thrones, HIMYM, onepiece, study, and be awesome is much more easier than study, search for jobs, do jobs, pay the rents, study, and be awesome. Well, the life doesn't actually suck back here anyways... I mean it's quite good. Although you do have to work with that blood boiling heat sometimes, but the life is a charm. Life starts from the mosque here in Dhaka. With the music of the islamic prayers in the loud speakers the morning sun rises yawning u...