Happy Bengali New Year
Last year on this day I celebrated Pohela Boishakh with Bibi Russell and her gang of models, weavers, and fashion designers. Basically the day was the exact opposite of a New Year celebration in the USA.
Instead of staying up late we got up early.
Instead of drinking lots of alcohol we drank lots of water because alcohol isn’t really socially acceptable in Bangladesh; not too mention if we didn’t drink water, we would have died of dehydration.
Instead of dancing with our hips, we danced with our shoulders.
(I’m the one in the yellow shirt)