I darted into a Kalabagan cybercafe and launched Skype videochat. Micheline came up on the other side, coffee in hand. After khuchra alaap, she pulled out a mobile and held it up, big smile on her face.
“What are you showing me?”
“My new phone ”
“I’m supposed to be impressed?”
“No silly, look closer.”
Closer and the keyboards were in Bangla.
“Where did you get this?”
“In Manhattan, this guy was selling them for $20 out of a box.”
“Wow, did he look Bangali?”
“You know all you people look alike”