Life, in these parlous times, is not that moment when the heart in you informs you that death will come when it will come. You miss those nieces and nephews, need to hug them, to tell them you are back. You worry about the siblings thousands of miles away, praying that the coronavirus does not make a mess of their lives. You count because you need to cry, because the tears must flow. Do we need the keys when the dusty path leads only to the valley of silence?

Source: Dhaka Tribune December 02, 2020 18:32 UTC