Here in the mostly Hindu village not much ado is to be seen. But back in dominant Muslim Pink City, Dhaka, Brianna is keeping us informed of the hoopla going on there! We’d thought we’d like to show back up there to observe, maybe one of these years we will.?.?. But cows and goats have been arriving this last week, being tied in people’s yards, festive tinsel tied around the necks and feet. Rickshaws of hay hauled in, and then today, the butchering day under makeshift tarp lean-tos in the streets!
Here, we had French toast breakfast.
Then went to Shanto’s jobsite that’s about a 20 min drive in a different village. This has been an ongoing job for about 9 yrs.. finishing out the inside of this spacious concrete multilevel home.. and whatever else odd jobs they have him do. Yesterday it was making concrete steps down to their pukar (pond), he showed us an unfinished project of tiling a mosaic design on a low brick wall encircling a tree in the front yard, today he was finishing puttying nail holes in a door frame and was planning to varnish an upstairs bedroom door with some homemade varnish that he showed us and told us what it was called.. The owner of the house, an elder gentleman and his wife. His son that had gotten married the past year but 5 months in they separated and he now spends the majority of his days sleeping, according to Shanto… after a complete tour of the house, all 3 levels that were in various stages of being complete, we moved on to the next brother’s house, His sister was there also as well as his son’s wife and 2 daughters which were Maddie and Annslie’s ages. The 2 yr old, a beautiful little doll of a girl, with absolutely gorgeous big black shining eyes had only a string with 3 silver bells strung around her waist… until her mom came in from washing the cow and put a pair of shorts on her. These 2 yr olds were immediately drawn to each.. the dark skinned one with black hair feeling Annslie’s blond braids and Annslie touching this little girls black hair and then grabbing my hand and wanting me to touch this little girl’s black skin also😊 The mom served us fresh mango chunks.. a very delicious variety, then brought out jackfruit… our 1st experience eating it!.. it had the flavor and color of cantaloupe but the texture was slimy, stringy, with a sizable seed pod.. and then Jaira was the only one that braved a sip of warm milk that was brought out next. Time to move on. But, as we were headed out the door, the mom grabbed a pretty little dress, slipped it on her toddler and wanted a picture with Annslie … they were a very adorable pair, the same height with their arms around each other’s shoulders..😍 Now with the 2 sisters in tow.. and the 10 yr old making every effort to hold Annslie.. back to the 1st brother’s house where the 3rd brother joined us with another toddler that got a pair of shorts slipped on also🫣. Cha was served and “biscuits” and the common spicy crunchy mixture. Lonnie and the 2 big girls were more than ready to make their departure by this time!… Lonnie’s head cold was getting pretty severe with sinus pressure, etc, but Shanto said.. just one more place and he lead us to the 3rd brother’s house and were shown his 2 lime green pet parrots. Of course, Annslie was immediately intrigued and wanted to hold them! We’re thankful for Annslie on outings like this when the big girls are quite reserved and the adults don’t need much food and can be unsure sometimes how “safe” it is… Annslie is usually always ready for biscuits and the animals usually put her at a degree of ease.. they wanted to feed us here also, “you like mangos?” Well, yes, we like mangos… and Shanto our tour guide says, this is Bengali culture.. but Lonnie put his foot down and said we’d just eaten and we’re ready to leave… Shanto and the 10 yr old followed us out to the gari(car) and told us where we could turn around. We drove on down the trail and found another smaller trail where we could back into and get turned around. Shanto and the 10 yr were still standing by the trail and waved to us as we came back by👋🏼😁
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