Your footsteps gone, grass spry before I could ask,
Hold my hand, just this once…
Browsing: loss
That was the first time I had left Bangladesh behind, not quite realising that the feeling of loss I was experiencing was, in fact, homesickness, for a place I wasn’t born to, for a language I have now lost fluency in, and a family I could not grow up with.
For no reason at all, she thought about her youth. She remembered when couples slow-danced at the local hall and when it was so cold you could barely feel your feet and when parents took their children for ice cream near the water. For no reason at all, she thought about great big cargo ships and waves and tears.
The room is still. I want him to make a quip: to break the silence that began in peace and now festers between us. He begins to play a study that I do not know.
At this point, I’ve had — what I hope is — my fair share of rejected pitches.
In many ways being a migrant is characterised by loss; it waxes and wanes.
Finding a home in Australia Pranay Jha Mum and I sit on the edge of my parents’ bed, holding plain…
