The earth emerged from water say the scriptures. Life had its beginnings in water, so say the sciences. Life cannot be parted from water, water from life. For life in itself is all water. Rivers froth, fume, murmur, glide, singing eternally songs of movement. They create Bangladesh, where people have for centuries been the best managers of water. A knowledge alas forgotten by an over indulgent technology. They play a symphony weaving life’s exuberance, death’s profusion, shaping its soul- deep seeking and for looking, ever so home loving and yet never quite belonging, anywhere.

Waheedul Haque

© Manzoor Alam Beg