Nafisa grew up in Queens NY, got some sort of degree in Ethnic Studies and Political Economy, worked in youth organizing/nonprofit, then moved to Kolkata as an AIF fellow. I have a home.
When I came to the new flat I heard the mozart aria everyone imagines as the soundtrack for heavenly ascension. This is it. Jess hasn’t seen it in daylight yet, when she gets back from her trip I think she’ll go nuts.
I had my sad orange, my borrowed water and a handful of muesli for breakfast. re-packed all my stuff, hailed a taxi and loaded 5 suitcases. Seriously, before leaving I gave the couch a good kick to see how high I could make the dirt-cloud go. 2 feet.
Anyhow. Daud uncle and his friend/my new Mashi Koily (sort of the most badass woman I’ve met this month) shortly took me to their home, let me shower, fed me wonderful food, gave me presents? and now I’m back, ready to put my books on a shelf and hang my clothes up. AMAZING!
I think the rest of the day is going to be chill, low key dinner. Mmm, just the way I like it. A few days ago we went to see a show at Some Place Else and Tantra. Haha. It’s bizzar to be bobbing your head to credence clearwater revival and eating chanachur. The band sang me happy birthday at some point. mwhaha.
It’s all too good.
I wish I had my usb cord to show you photos of this flat, but instead here’s post Some Place Else.
By the way, Meghna another AIF fellow visited this week. Awchskadj, I really wish she was placed here. Good peoples.
