Learn to Hold Your Onions

What a kind stranger once taught me. When I was 14, I was walking home one day from our local Bangladeshi grocers, carrying a big bag of onions in its luminous orange netted bag, which never had any handles. Anyone, who knows a thing or two about South Asian families living in the UK, willContinue reading “Learn to Hold Your Onions”

Summer, Dancing and Heart Attack (Part 3 of 3)

90’s Politician My Dad was an emerging local celebrity, so the news of his heart attack, spread much like a viral video does in today’s social media generation. The word of mouth was a powerful tool within the Bangladeshi community. Who make it their business to know everybody’s business. We associated his stint at theContinue reading “Summer, Dancing and Heart Attack (Part 3 of 3)”

Summer, Dancing and Heart Attack (Part 2 of 3)

Heart Attack – Aftermath “Heart attack” – It sounded majestic like it wasn’t a bad thing, when it rolled out of my Mum’s tongue on her return that night. A tiny regal with a sharp prickling effect cutting the silent sound barrier of the room. The word was on constant loop, repeating out of herContinue reading “Summer, Dancing and Heart Attack (Part 2 of 3)”

Summer, Dancing and Heart Attack (Part 1)

1990 – Roga Milla Disneyland wasn’t the happiest place on earth.  We were being sold a big lie.  I was eight years old when I stumbled upon on that secret and it wasn’t that magical kingdom located in the sub tropical climate of Florida. Masqueraded through every media platform of 80’s popular culture to theContinue reading “Summer, Dancing and Heart Attack (Part 1)”