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Dhaka, Bangladesh

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Autobiography in Five Short Chapters Chapter 1 I walk down the street There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in I am lost … I am helpless It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. Chapter 2 I walk down the same street There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in the same place But, it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. Chapter 3 I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in … it’s a habit. My eyes are open I know where I am.