Good morning from Dhaka. ☁☀🌳

This morning, the city of 'concrete jungle'- Dhaka brings some happiness with the beautiful cloud. Otherwise, the scale is always low on the side when it comes to providing enough motivating elements to the dwellers.

The comparison comes easily, you know if we think about our living conditions. But it's all about our perception, at least that's what I found. There's good and bad in every city, in every place you could think of. I used to get surprised seeing others' complaints about theirs. I stopped doing that. Because I get to see the facts now.

We are all in the same storms. Our story is different and so is our fight but the game is always the same.

Anyway...

This is from my balcony. I got two in my apartment in South and North facing. You see, how little it takes to feel blessed! Whenever something extraordinary (!) happens like a full moon or rain, or simply a clear sky like this call my son to take a look. It's nothing special, I know. But when I see how a tiny soul describes the day with his dad, I find that there must be something special. These small things are everything that we have.

As long as you can see, you will only see high-rises.
There's no more truth than this, in this city.
Still, we live, breathe and make love.
They say it's the worst city.
Yeah, I agree.
But this city is the provider, is the place where I find peace, and get to see the faces I love.
I can probably complain about a hundred things. No thousands maybe or more.
But it will not be true if I say I don't love this place.
This city makes me alive, and feel like home.

That's enough for me, for us.